• michelle_chevalier 6w

    Dysmorphic Illusions

    Standing up into an upside down room,
    With majestic chandeliers lit by black flames.
    A prison of broken mirrors.
    I can hardly recognize the images in display.
    A rain of glasses are falling from the ceiling, harshly kissing this fleshy dress of mine.
    I am slowly crawling into the ground flooded by a lake of blood.
    My eyes are wide, staring into the oblivion.
    Nothing is real.
    Cursed be thy race that once dared to exist.