not like gazing into a mirror, but like the reflection of dirty liquid droplets falling onto a piece of tarnished copper. to stare into a mirror, whispering incantations, dragging yourself into another realm, one unnamed— as you’re pulled along with ivy snagging your legs and between your fingers, with the dust of walls, the weight of words, and the clutter of thoughts.

*1200 × 954, GIF. November, 2024 by Demon Ego