The gray mass infiltrating that which is no more.
That nameless sensation which you held – CAUGHT- no longer able to breathe...inhale.
No more willing to expose and release…its containment within.
The reflection fades into the haze of confusion…meaning collapses….the mirror shatters pulsating unrelentingly piece by piece- fragment by fragment piling onto itself.
The Mirror NOW the empty hollow impression of the numbness of agony.
Reflections….reflections grow dim – engulfed in the blanket of refusal to face the barbarity of surreal inevitability .