The mirror into another world,
Broken by the light of day.
Woken by the gentle chimes that hit upon my bedroom window.
Drag my hollow bones like a puppet on a string
and build upon the weightless face That looks back at me beyond my mirror.

A small crack disjoints my cheek and greets me with the 100th version of my eyes illusions.
A glance is all it seems to take,
And suddenly I’m swallowed by whispers that tickle upon my eardrums and dance around my room.
Encapsulated by the noise Of empty air.

It’s just me and .. her.
That thing that looks back at me,
Not into my eyes but cutting straight through me like knife through butter.
Feed upon me and take every drop of your sweet dessert.
Yet leave me unsatisfied and begging for more.