I shiver into the abyss
pain coiled about me like a blanket.
A beast, cloaked in reflections
of a million shattered images,
hulks in the corner.
It turns to face me and suddenly
the images seem all too recognizable.
I struggle to wrest free of my bindings
as mirrors fall to the floor
in a cacophonous shattering of memories.
The walls of nothingness that surround me
are visible in it’s shimmering mirrored body.
Where is the light?
The angle of reflection equals
the angle of incidence.
The beast moves towards me
each image increasing in it’s focus.
Breathless and unmoving,
shackled by pain
paralyzed by fascination
I await the inevitable.
It lurches forward in the darkness –
What light could these images be reflecting?
And stands before me with animalistic breathing.
I raise my head to gaze
into all the mirrors and see
the light reflected.