eulogy 3
I saw her in the mirror first, the version of me that got there worse. Her eyes were mine but darker still, with patience sharp enough to kill.
She smiled like she knew the end, a future self, no need to pretend.
“Everything you fear” she said, “came true. I am what’s left when I am done with you.”
The clock began to twist and bend, the walls collapsed, the floors descend. Her footsteps echoed, steady, slow, a dirge for everything I know.
She whispered truths about me I dared not speak; about the nights I went too weak. She traced my scars with gentle grace and pressed her hand against my face.
“Don’t fight,” she purred, “we share the skin, one must die so one can begin.”
The glass between us split and screamed, and suddenly nothing was what it seemed.
She stepped through the smoke, all calm, all flame, and softly whispered my own name. Then silence fell - a heavy spell - and I became what I couldn’t tell.
Now I wake to find her near, beathing softly in my ear.
Her voice like silk, her promise true:
“When time is right, I’ll finish you.”
Chloe