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Humid Mirror
Shay King
the creature behind the mist stares with dark hollows for eyes particles meander amidst
they watch, slow and composed as their form changes—
extended muzzle, stretching head, a hint of horns,
snapping back to gaunt stretched skin afterimages linger and trail in the wake of their leisurely shifting
the calm of the encounter begins to prickle; claw marks wipe away the steam
until human skin peeks through the gashes