Just dream.
A poisonous thing.
Some words.
And a promise
Mirrored on the glass
forever
Frozen expressions
molded. As a mask
A mask that smiles
Another to frown.
Crinkled at the brow
The water in the room
overflowing
Flooding. Empty spaces
between the glass
Beneath or behind
Drowns the sinking ship
in a wake of brilliant lights
Stirred up by a paddle
Fleeing faster.
The alchemist turns the air
to mud
Where no one can follow.
Scorched bridges behind
No where to hide
from piercing glances
That never came.
Blank. Divided. Gasping
gulping in the mud
tastes of lavender
reminded
The mirror wasn't always empty
Open eyes walking
shifting
Bumping into things
In circles.
Endless
circles. Repeated words
Never sleep
Just a dream
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