The Other Me
Wet. Damp and warm that is what i feel. I drown in the sorrow of your existance.
The way you touch me cold and distant. You say you love me but its a lie. The
ground beneath me scratches and maims me. I stare at you and you stare back
devoid of emotion, your eyes black, no grin, no tears as an ember forms igniting the
ground. The heat swells around me licking at my cracking hands and peeling face.
Then I see it the emptyness flashes to relief I welcome you. Its me and the mirror,
the mirror and me, we deserve each other but somehow I lost you. I dont know us
anymore. Is this how it ends.
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