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  • I see my reflection.

    The candle in the room is flickering in a type of Mors code conveyed by the spirits here with me.
    Thousands of memories are flashing in sight, a vision linked to the spirit of the candle.

    Deep and weary is my every breath – portraying pain, subtly humming a melody so chillingly profound.

    In my reflection they move across the room – claws reaching out to me, seven voices - their whispers forming shadows that caress my soul, teasing me.

    My body shudders as if for a moment I can feel again – My senses yearning for their touch my heart throbbing for their affection - a feeling of belonging... I cannot let them in, I will not let them. Cuts and swells forming on my skin as I forcefully swallow the urge down - a sudden silence in the room as if freed.

    But wait, could it be that easy? – My shadow whispers to me.

    The demons now move ever closer to me, faces near coming out of the mirror gate – Screaming in frustration waiting for me to want them back, to hold them again. My Shadow held captured by their voices growing darker in the light.

    They torment me with terrifying threats as I continue to ignore them. They tear away at my reflection - the demons voodoo doll.

    Bit by bit a piece of me fades away – I don’t care – If only I knew which piece was real...Talons scraping - agony now rushing through my veins in profusion.
    Acid tears rolling slowly down my cheeks leaving scars – a reminder of my betrayal. They rip away at my room, walls crumbling, and the candle falling – Screaming now in one last plea the demons pause in a sickening hope, only to find me looking through them.

    Seven screams – Seven Stinging kisses. The now empty mirror breaks into seven deadly sharp pieces.

    I sit there, in front of the mirror, my eyes dead – my body silently alive - a feeling of Ambivalence left, my only company now in this cold dark room of life.
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