you see me when you look in the mirror I am the ghost of your past the mirror knows me through and through precisely why it doesn’t reflect you It doesn’t know you it has prejudices now it knows the hand that had slithered down its body and slyly smiled it knows the reflection that had carved itself it knows designed perfection. Now you decay in a sea with similar fish you were hit by a wave that you never saw coming a storm that brought you down on footsteps leading to entropy and you tumbled down.