"Licht."
"Licht." another voice says.
"What?" the voices all fade out. Someone had been messing with my head again.
"It's not just someone, Licht. It can never be just one person." the words waver in and out. They were not really there, just noises I connected to become something more. "You don't need to figure it all out." The voice says in such a warm voice that felt like the sun had caressed it's hand against my entire vessel. I smile and look up slowly to the area of the voice, but it was only large splotches of dust floating around my head. None of this was real. But then it's voice manifested into a rich undertone. "She doesn't need to be fixed. You're doing what's best for you. I'm not anyone anymore because you decided to box me away, and here I am again."
"Why are you here, even?"
"You want me here. You felt lonely, didn't you? Why, I'm your only childhood friend." The origin of the voice circles around me in an imperfect orbit.
"I swear if you hurt her again I'll-"
The voice giggles and brushes it off.
"You were always quick to judgement, weren't you?" the voice says in such satire, "It'll fix itself eventually."
"Go away!" I punch at the dust and it breaks apart and it sticks to my hand like pollen. I try to rub it off and succeeded mostly, but some of the grains were still intact. I left it at that, and dropped my hand to my side.
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Cracked Mirror
Poetryget ready! this is a venting style that could also be kind of interesting to read so..
