Enchantress by Konstantin Somov
I contort
to place
my fingers
on your frame
hoping I'll be mirrored there
creep around myself
whispering in my ear
of my own existence
mistaking subdued lighting
for gathering darkness
a flash of light for salvation
there is an avenue of trees
lined with stepping stones of shadow
I don't see it
I enchant myself
knowing the spell wears off
it's a powerful skill
but it doesn't make me feel better
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