House of mirrors

By the cold wooden floor sits an unusual
Man with an evil smile. 3 tokens he shouts
From behind his booth. The soft clang as the
Plastic shaped coins hit his metal money
Carrier makes his mouth water. He locks
The door behind his accompaniment
Of us suspecting customers to add suspense.
Children gaze, wide-eyed at each mirror as
If their existence would vanish into thin
Air. They lean closer and closer to inspect
The unchanging reflection. It reaches out
As only a solid reflection could. The evil
Replica steps out with triumph. The
Captured souls would be a snack for their
Returning companion. Their tormented
Screams made the reflections smile.
the doors are opened to realise the reflections
As if nothing happened and the cycle continues.
Who's next?

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