Ravishing,

The way shadows curl

Around the edges of the room,

As if beauty itself had birthed them,

Aching to caress

What cannot be held.

A stolen light flickers,

Faint and gasping,

Its glow swallowed

By the void it sought to repel.

Chaos hums in the stillness,

An invisible storm

Tearing at the seams of silence.

Each breath fractures into shards,

Piercing the fragile air,

Bleeding secrets no one dares to name.

Astonished,

The mirror stares back,

Its surface cracked with truths

That I cannot unsee.

The reflection is not mine,

But it whispers as if it knows me,

A voice like splintered glass:

“Do you understand what you’ve become?”