Deja Vu

I look into the mirror, and all I can see 

Is an empty galaxy staring back at me

My dark chocolate honey combs, they sparkle in the light 

Once always moving, once full of life

Yet unexpectedly, there’s a sudden vacancy

A blacked-out sun, blots out the colors 

Clock strikes out at twelve thirty-three 

Time’s at a standstill for me 

I look to my left and see twenty-three of me 

Each one a fragment of who I was, and meant to be 

Eyeliner blending with her tears 

She smiles back at me

As knives enter me repeatedly 

Her expression, not reassuringly

Is void of hope, melancholy 

And she says, “It’ll be over soon, eventually”

But acid rain runs down my cheeks

The path it leads stings endlessly  

Down my brand new choker, can’t you see

How firm it is, tight as can be 

If I asked to see the stars

Would he be down to take me?

I part my cracked, bone-dry lips 

To see if words spill out for me 

A reservoir of vocabulary 

Spills out into the Dead Sea 

And all I see are muted screams 

Drowning out my desperate pleas 

To escape into a sanctuary 

But there is no safe place for me 

Trapped inside this purgatory 

Stuck between me and being free

A shadow of pure misery 

I look in the mirror again and see

Back on the bridge, the stone, and trees

The shadow’s hands all over me

Stealing bits and pieces 

Of who I was and used to be

From 2020 to ’23

Was I doomed to repeat history?

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