The nightmare of unravelling,of death,
Seeming to be everywhere
I thought if I learned it,
Memorising the visual cartography,
I could save myself,somehow,
From my own nightmare
Of looking into the mirror
To see my disassembled face.
But everywhere I turned,
She was there.
Her.
I was beginning to understand death,
And that what moved us was our fear of it.
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