Looking into the mirror, again and again, my reflection slowly draws near
Looking into the mirror, again and again, my reflection slowly draws near,
with a breath, it twists my hands—and I know what it wants from me,
it has always envied what I love, despised what I adore with passion,
tonight it returns, her fingers lightly touch my lips,
tracing their outline like a lover, until she delves deep,
the blood flows, flesh scatters like shattered pearls on cold marble,
she has always loved me this way—broken, writhing, silently undone,
and today she wins again, steals my smile, leaves me drowning in pain,
this cycle will never end, each time I dare to smile,
she will return with a deeper hunger and crueler plans,
and she will revel in my ruin like a shadow that can't detach,
a dance of destruction, of love and hate mingling in the mirror.
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Dan Enache
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