I feel your presence: it is crawling
I am desperate to get away
So, like a creepy-crawly creature
I sneak out into the bathroom
It’s a refuge, a shelter:
Once there I look into the mirror
It has been smashed into tiny constellations
Myriads of disjointed voids
Frozen in a macabre dance
When did she have the time to break the thing?
I think
I ask myself
There are no reflections
Just pitch dark hollowness behind the broken glass.
I pray for disappearance, not for salvation
I can’t escape with you being around
You should be long dead, so tell me
Why are you still here?
I speak to no one in particular as I stare into the empty space
And feel your bony tiny hand descend upon my shoulder
And feel your putrescent breath
It envelopes me, surrounds me, sucks me in
I scream and turn around
No one’s here
I make the leap
The door is locked!
That’s when I hear your voice:
“Hon, where are you going?”