Friday, February 18, 2011


Branched tentacles slice my legs
As I sprint through the brush
The wind and panting breath
Pounding my ears
Drowning out heavy footsteps
Slivers of moonlights lead me
To the silver lake where I collapse
Weeping as I stare at the most haunting mirror
I have ever faced
Because in it I could see
My reflection was empty.

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