It was a tapestry of white tusk ivory, tints of red smoothed
through it, like veins of death still lingering from the life
that was ruptured from its being.

the shimmer in this lake of reflection was almost as if one
was gazing at oneself not an impression, or  a blank slate,
but as if out of body looking inward.

Mesmerized by the opposite I look upon, tempted to touch
upon my own symmetry I linger towards but I grasp upon
frame and even though smooth contours my palm bled
lingering on the composition of its purity I watched.

Wiping on the smear now non corporeal, it seeps downwards
fading into the ivory not so pure as before. Now more crimson
than what I had glanced on when our eyes first became static on
this river of flowing imagery that now seemed more distorted.

I would sit there just talking to myself or my other half a
representation, a residue of what I see myself as within.
But each day I would grace its elegance with my palm,
what was pure now inflamed with my essence and it drank.

Speaking to me urging just another palm to settle its hunger,
I was listening to myself telling me it was ok. So weak barely
my eyes can see the image of myself. Moving towards me, I
must be vague in what I am sensing as it holds me closer still.

Awoken I am in the dark, I speak but hear only repercussions
of how far my voice lingers around me. Seeing a glimmer I
tread carefully towards this flicker to find its the mirror
and I'm within its grasp. The ivory now purest white once again.

"Why would you do this to me, a voice answers out of the
abyss "to be released from where I once was to this reflection
of where you were then, Tears fell into oblivion, as she walked
away and then the hunger started once again.