We look into the mirror as the mirror looks back at us, reflecting one and the same.
There is no doubt about it, I am yours.
Darkness sprouts from the top of my skull, cascading down past my shoulders.
My eyes bore into the glass.
The ceiling has come undone, as simply as I dreamed it would, and I am swollen with emptiness as I float upward.
I raise my face to the moon and I let out a howl, newly released from my cage.
I am almost eye level with a star, ready to be shot into the pitch-black expanse that's expended so much energy coaxing me in.
But
My eyes drop infinitesimally and the damage is done.
I am sucked back in front of the mirror, the ceiling is reattached, and my body is filled to the brim with liquid lead.
My eyes bore into the glass.