The Chase

I don’t know the girl

The one in the mirror

Her face is a blur

She follows me in fear

Living in puddles after the rain

In a window on my way to work

A reflection on my glass of champagne

I fear I’ll lock eyes with her smirk

The familiarity of her features

Our eyes meet at a glance

The chase is over, surrounded by creatures

I’m lost, so deep in her trance