The windsock is tethered, but swims
As long as the breeze flies by.
I stared at it for hours,
Wondering if we were the same.
When I looked down, the floor was gone,
Instead, I saw
Of myself in a mirror
That I desired to smash, destroy, shatter.
The urge for destruction grows inside.
I raise my foot and ready my power.
When I kick at the reflection
I am tugged backwards
And pulled further away from
I follow the strings from my marionette
And found my own hands,
But I was unable to control them.
I looked at the mirror again.
It took me only a moment to
My own hands were missing.
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