I can’t close my eyes and shut out the scene that I don’t wish to see.
It’s there. It’s happening and I know of it’s existence.
I can’t look away and ignore the sight of my mirror’s betrayal.
The downfall is painfully present and is shaming the night.
I can’t fall asleep and not think about how I’m not needed.
I felt the footsteps coming before the ground could tell me the same.