PALINDROME

The phone rings

I see it

Its eyes fixate on mine

The only perceivable thing

Peering out from its silhouette void

The phone trills sharply

Breaking the silence of baited breath

She's calling to warn me

But it's too late now

I've already found it

Or did it find me?

Have I found my fate?

Have I always been here?

Was the demon always me?

Like a mirror

I stare back at my own face

Déjà vu's tendrils crawl on my skin

While invisible claws tear me open and swallow me whole

The spellbook lays ripped upon the floor

Spine torn down the middle

The floor is where I lay like a discarded page

Yet as I fell, so I rise, and I fall

Floating like a dust mite

Suspended in shadow

Lungs ruptured, ragged and rended

All I can hear

The sound of my breathing

The silence broken by

The trilling of the phone

Like a mirror

Peering out from my shadowed rebirth

The only perceivable thing left of me

Eyes I know now were always mine

I see it

The phone rings