House of Mirrors
Isolation really gets to your head, doesn't it?
By Erin LockhartPublished 3 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
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It’s not dark, it’s never dark.
I can always see glints of myself,
Of strangers whose bodies
Scatter at the sight of wide pupils.
I can see the way they flicker,
How they scratch their nails against
Clean glass that never cedes.
They want to leave. I don’t blame them.
It’s always bright, too bright.
I close my eyes and I can
Still see the infinity
Of mirrors upon mirrors,
Corridors polished and warped.
When I open my eyes again,
I can hear the strangers, the glass,
Distant and lingering.
Waiting.
I run after them, and my footsteps ring,
But I end where I began.
I look in that mirror
And I swear I see someone else
Reflected in my eyes.
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About the Creator
Erin Lockhart
Resident goth, metalhead, poet, illustrator, and ghost.
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