Seeing myself in the mirror.
Lighting the same old cigarette I don’t want to smoke.
Inhaling the same old habits I don’t want to breathe.
I realise, I caught your glimpse, Void. Creeping up my chest, with the intimate touch of your icy hands, caressing my insides.
The familiar numbness, leaking from my subconscious and spreading into my body like poison.
You fill me out like a growing shadow, overtaking my essence and replacing it with yours.
Until I find a callous gaze pointed at me in the mirror.
And it is you staring at me.
Through my own hollow eyes.
A poem by Pia Petersson
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