The Moore Theatre
by C.G. Nelson
Down a dim staircase
and into an even dimmer room,
you see the mirror.
The mirror spans almost the entirety of the
far wall and it seems to be
behind a bar that you have never
seen in use.
The joking, laughing students say
that this room is haunted
and people see things in the mirror
that they did not expect to see.
In the mirror,
you see yourself toothless,
all your teeth falling out of your mouth
as you gasp in horror.
There’s someone in the mirror
beside you, you think.
No, not beside you.
Behind you.
and into an even dimmer room,
you see the mirror.
The mirror spans almost the entirety of the
far wall and it seems to be
behind a bar that you have never
seen in use.
The joking, laughing students say
that this room is haunted
and people see things in the mirror
that they did not expect to see.
In the mirror,
you see yourself toothless,
all your teeth falling out of your mouth
as you gasp in horror.
There’s someone in the mirror
beside you, you think.
No, not beside you.
Behind you.
C.G. Nelson has been an avid reader of poetry since she was thirteen years old. Her first loves were Emily Dickinson and Edgar Allan Poe. C.G. Nelson is a new poet. She went to the University of Washington, where she graduated with a degree in English and Philosophy. Find her on Twitter @CGNelsonwrites.