Cassandra leads me
to a dark, damp room
not far from my cell.
Someone is also
here, waiting for
me.
I can’t see them,
but I know they’re
here.
“Enjoy your
stay.”
Cassandra simply
says before shutting
the door behind me.
In the darkness,
I shuffle close to
the wall and stay
as quiet as possible.
The other person
speaks suddenly,
“So you’ve returned
to have fun? This is
going to be sublime!”
They enthuse, using
my same voice.
I want to refuse.
I don’t want to be
tormented again
WITH
THE SAME
MEMORIES.
The light flickers
on inside this
dark, damp
room.
Standing in the
middle of the
room is a
vintage, tall
body-frame
mirror.
I walk toward it and
see my reflection,
which morphs into
the other me—
a version who
died a while
back.
She wears a wicked
grin.
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