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VIII. Flaked metallic paint no longer conceals the barely-there rotting wood, that now festers among itself IX. The mirror clangs as it hits the floor flames lick at its glass flesh, blood inferno X. Flames consume and entice threatening, even offering, to steal away XI. Red is everywhere The fire’s beating heart Shakes the room with the waves, the waves, the waves Of pounding heat XII. A body, trapped in the mirror, begs to leave Rejecting a life once held XII. Only glass remains. Reflecting a broken visage, smothered by darkness when the flame went out


Erin Pontius Final Project  
Erin Pontius Final Project  

this is Erin's final projet upload test