barely breathing
heartbeat slowed
blood moving sluggishly
through ambivalent veins
my only detectable
signs of life

mirage
on the horizon
hallucination
that I am looking
at you
looking at me
your expression
inscrutable

mirror
on the wall
cannot be trusted
no truth to be found
in my own reflection

perhaps I am meant instead
to step through
this looking glass
fall down the rabbit hole
surrender to the madness
become the red queen

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