next to my bed is a mirror and some bottled water.
when i reach for it i notice a big scratch on my forehead.
long hair, as usual.
pupils pinned for some reason.
pale, smooth skin.
bright red lips (too much kool-aid i assume).
i return supine and recall my most recent dreams.
it's a fairly well-known legend (at least among literary types) that mary shelly
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