Haunted (Poetry)

6; You're No Fill-in

1-10-16 forty nine days clean
I step into an unfamiliar room.
It's littered with broken mirror shards and dirt.
I can see places on fhe wall where former mirrors once stood.

There's one mirror that's not broken.
I make my way towards my own reflection through the emptiness of this dimly lit room.

I say your name into the mirror three times,
Wishing that you'd come.
I haven't seen you in a few days;
It's like depriving my lungs of oxygen.

The mirror shatters and suddenly the broken mirrors make sense now.
As blood drips down my cheek,
I'm curious as to what aura haunts me here but nothing shows up as the lights flicker out.

I feel something brush my shoulder and I know it's not your touch.
But oh god, how I need something, anything, right now.

"Speak up so I can hear you scream, love."

Something hits the wall inches behind me.
Spinning around, I go rigid with anxiety.

Swallow your anxiety. You've done this before. There's no room to be scared when you're this kind of alone.

You throw what I assume to be sheet around my shoulders.
I hear demonic voices coming from within the wall I'm leaning against.

"Where are you? I want to feel your presence." My voice shakes only in the slightest.

The wall emits a loud thud as I feel a cold touch to my ankle.
I'm soon falling to the floor and I awake with scratches up my body and the door wide open along with curtains pulled, letting in light.

You aren't Change.
You're no replacement, either..
- (m.m)