Mirrors

surrounded by panes of glass
filled with faces no longer mine
images returned from days past
identities i have left behind
each reaching through the mirror
each longing to pull me in
to grasp my throat, to drag me nearer
and show me what might have been

they are what i fear to be
the pieces i have thrown away
each a distant part of me
specters of a distant day

their hands wrap around me
while their words weave woeful songs
ghosts who covet an identity
they yearn only to belong
ghastly hands clutch me with intensity
as my skin turns a sickly gray
haunting laughter echoes mockingly
as the apparitions fade away