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Dead Inside

by Rai15 

Posted: 26 October 2004
Word Count: 67


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A figure stands alone

She hangs her head,
still and emotionless.

Another figure stands
in front of her, the same
as she, a reflection.

Looking up, fingers twitch,
The reflection lunges forward,
through the flesh, past
the bone, stabbing for the heart.

All the time she stands
and stares straight down
blank and passionless.

The cold hand drives to grab,
but slips on emptiness,

It’s already gone.






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Zigeroon at 09:43 on 24 March 2006  Report this post
Enjoyed this. It left me with the impression of the the image as the seeker, the outer reflection turned inward and neither reality nor the reflection of that being true. Could be completely wrong but it's what came to mind so it must be true for this fleeting moment.


Andrew


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