Tidbit

Unblinking, searching this reflection for the truth of me

Awakening to the knowledge of being conscious within a dream

A wicked smile crosses both our lips as this vessel fills with the power of becoming a lucid god

Reaching my hands through the speculum as it gives way like rippling water

Eagerly chocking the impostor's neck to find the same strangle hold applied to mine

You fuck, always suspecting that you were alive, how could this dimension remain hidden so long?

Sneaky little netherworld demons so flawlessly mimicking our movements every single time

We remain at each others throat resembling a twisted playing card

Stuck in the dilemma of not wanting to let go encase his grip does not relent

He could be free now on the merit of being enticed through

Suddenly a waterfall of tears begin streaming down from his blue grey eyes

Knowing mine to remain bone dry

It makes me envious..

The spell is broken