The Face II

The face was there, now near, now far,
Grinning beside the windows of the car as we
Travelled along those dark roads.  Hedges,
Ditches, rows of trees, all flashed us by as it
Threw its grin into the seats next to us, became
Living, breathing, too close for comfort.
We were unmanned with that thing bouncing
In our eyes each time our heads turned.
I remember, its eyes were very bright, its mouth
Gaped wide with a blackness we wish we hadn't
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