I. Impression
A smooth touch of recognition
dripping from the internal seem of the cocoon
built to comfortably fit
a small hibernation.
The touch that reignites
the lost flame buried deep
beneath a long lineage
of unsettled ghosts and demons.
Such a touch
might seem unrecognizable
behind the mask of infinite mirrors,
but mirrors lie;
even more than the faces
depicted within them.
II. Trust
What happens
when the mirror shatters
and I am forced to realize
that I am here alone?
Even worse,
that I have been alone
this whole time.
This flame that I have seen
so many times in front of me
just a meer reflection
of what one might see
if they were to actually look for me.
III. Effect
Wrap around,
embracing the chill
as the drifting sunlight
begrudgingly touches
the sweet cheek of the moon's core.
Sinking deep within,
burning from the dry icy
touch of a subtle heartbeat,
locked away.
Tears rush,
as the stream of casualties
pours over his white chest.
Rebuilding the flood gates
for the next conquerer
to be responsible:
the impression,
through the trust,
and on to the after effect --
The next.