The poison in my mind

'This was written at 2 am today. it elucidates the state of my mind'

One look into the mirror and she snarled back at me. I forced myself to look away but a sharp sting on my face strained me to face the image again. I saw her licking the blood on my face with glee, drinking in every inch of my insufferable twinge.

I threw my fists into the air and the glass shredded into pieces. She screamed, her splitting reflection everywhere, surrounding me. The sound far worse than a tortured lunatic lost in the woods.

A thud. A light. A hope. I ran. Dissapointment. It was an endless maze. I turned around. She was there. Nearer. Nearer. She spitted on my face. It burnt like the fires of hell. I shrieked like a wounded hound. She snickered in disgust. Nearer. The eyes told me stories I don’t want to hear. I turned and again another sting on my face. My limbs went limp. I could not move.

I cried and begged for forgiveness. She crackled in complete madness. I realized there was no escape. She came closer. They all came nearer. And then…everything inside of me just snapped. A sickening gurgle. A cold stare.

I’m now possessed by the phantom of my past.