it was dark, I felt frozen,

but I wasn't myself.

that person sitting in the chair

on the other side of the mirror

were they me?

they got up,

they walked away.

the mirror went dark

could I see?

just shapes;

shapes I couldn’t recognize.

i opened my eyes;

i was in a chair.

it was rough on my skin.

i couldn’t move.

i was trapped,

standing in the mirror;

a dark figure.

familiar yet unrecognisable.

they had a pair of connected figures;

a thin silver shape,

a black blunt base.

oh, look at that…

it's red,

i'm red.

it's getting hard to breathe.

i taste pennies.

this feels right

this feels right

this feels right

…

no, this shouldn't happen

it can’t end this way

i awoke,

it stung.

i got dressed,

it burned.

i sat down,

i sighed.

i looked at that mirror;

i looked at the shadowy figure.

i turned on the tv,

i relaxed.

hours passed;

the mirror rested.

smashed and burnt;

gone forever,   

i smiled.

i sat down.

i layed down,

i slept.

i dreamt.

it was dark.