i am trapped in a perpetual lie
of day-dream nightmares,
with horror-house mirrors reflecting
your face, not mine.

in the shrouded night,
we, secret-sister allies,
stumble and spill our forbidden secrets.

joined by one common curse,
we long to find solace someday, somewhere.

but our throats are choked by fear.

a/n: This poem is dedicated to two people: You know who you are.