light shining from the gloaming
light casting from the glass
its her way of calling, glance
The mirror took you prisoner, the reflection twisted and turned, told you lies
the reflection withered, covered up your eyes
dizzy and frail the room span
flashing florissant fading in and out pale walls that ran
a heart that slowed underneath the shallow breath
I don't want to be here, don't want to be bound
the reflection cracked, shattered, glass on the ground
they grabbed you, they helped you get hold
the mirror was dark and cold
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catoptrophobia
Short Storynothing is as it seems, desire, self destruction, and lies everyone wants their way, and some have more than what meets the eye, maybe even something that seems impossible
