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i look at the turbid mess of the mirror and i see the animal.
i feel the animal, and i feel scared of her.
it daunts me more how one can fear fragility, weakness, nothingness.
i feel her breath so close to my ears,
and those silent screams.
desperation.

scrambling...
she is trying to hold on to something.
i can't take my eyes off that vicious calmness.
my body shakes.
her eyes open wide as she gulps down more of the world.
her face deforms.

a stealthy steadiness fills up the room.
the scrambling resumes, again now.
like all of wildlife, she is left to struggle alone in the black universe.
her body is arched from her frantic efforts;
i realise-
she is trying to grasp at something which does not exist.

each particle in the air is trembling with a turmoil – a storm – raging in silence, preying upon her, ripping me slowly.
i can sense the wild feasting on her soul,
hear the inhumanly grunts.
how is she surviving?
i can hear the earth howling, all the words around ricocheting within the world's empty encasement.

i try to move, and i see the chains binding me to the concrete.
the shrewd laughs are floating all around -
they hit me, they are shoving her around,
mocking her rawness.
she is screaming.
i can't hear her,
but it's
tearing
my ears
apart.

she has been burnt and torn to shreds by now,
and her fragments are
all
around
the room,
vibrating with quiet energy.

the world's only consolation is the fact that she does not make noise.

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