Mirrors, symbols, signs...
twice, I almost found myself.
The room was full of eyes,
whichever way I looked.
Over walls, ceiling, floor,
they darted back and forth
Their eyelash hands and feet
mocking me and my book.
"You can not get away,
I've told you that before."
Daddy longlegs reaching,
still haunting, still speaking.
"A spider ghost, you say?
The harvest comes, daughter."
They tossed the pillow
from one hand to the other.
With roars of laughter,
it zipped, it flew, was caught and thrown.
My seams ripped open,
scattering my heart outside.