My reflection in a puddle
told me my face was now
the mask from the film Scream.
I have never killed a person
but it was nice having a smaller nose.
The long, dark mouth got me
wondering how many Pringles
I could squeeze in it at once.
The ghostly complexion was
the same as ever and the dead,
mournful eyes made me feel
at home.

© Carl Burkitt 2023