It began when
the mirror reflected him.
He stood on the other side of me.
The room got cold and we shivered.
In and out
like a breath, like breathing,
like breathing flesh.
Inhale I'm here
Exhale I'm gone.
Inhale he's gone
Exhale he's here.
Trapped within the black ring;
the bags under the eyes
the legs and arms constrict
and palsy stuck to either side.
The sheet I use to hide beneath;
the mirror that's tucked away,
floats high and clear against the wall
to show me my true face.
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Confusion in Underground Clouds
PoetryThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
