Mirror, Mirror... I feel as if I've stepped through Alice's cracked mirror into a warped reality beyond anything even she could have dreamed... But if I'm the mirror, I'm the fairest, and reality is cracked, but so then am I. Cracked that is. From whence did this poisoned wormy apple come? From the tree? From the witch? Does my fate include being cast out and told to die, thrown into an eternal sleep from which there is no Prince to wake me...
I'm lost, wandering barefoot through a hall of shattered mirrors and I can hear the shards scream as they pierce my flesh yet I wonder now if it was a scream of pain, or a scream of joy. For now they've tasted pain and they see that I've become as cracked as they have and in me, they find comfort. They understand that I will cry tears of blood while I carefully pluck them from my tender flesh and they believe; that it is "they" that I shall mourn, and not my own lost humanity. The walls, watching and reading my thoughts, smile, because they have ears.
There must be some end in sight before the sun rises. But as the ocean stretches on beyond the horizon in each direction I float on this endless sea crying out to Poseidon for mercy as he impales lost wriggling corpses, leaving behind a deflated lifeboat as testament that I have been taken down into the sea. He plants me in the center of ruined Atlantis and the Kraken opens his eye as Leviathan begins to laugh until the sea boils while the Horsemen ride in on their shiny black motorcycles. Death never removes his helmet but only speaks in his hollow invasive voice that the end is come; although I already know this, I will still cry out and lament that I do not understand. He cares not as he laughs and War raises her saber proclaiming that the time for understanding is past, as the fish come piling down and only one small child realizes the full horror of it. For we never could understand, you know...it is to much to bear, and it's too late to ask for second chances because it is over and sadly enough we just haven't realized it yet.
But then none of this really matters you see, because this is all part of my Nightmare, and I'll never wake up in time to save you. For I am caught frantically trying to save myself.
FINI ~M~
