Mirror Ghost

I press my hand to a mirror

there is no one on the other side

just a ghost



somehow still walking

his voice dry and hollow

the person I see scares me

I back away

but I can't look away

the person in the mirror

silently beckons to me

I walk towards it

I don't have any control

I touch the glass

cold as ice

my hand slides through

I am pulled within

a slight depression in the carpet

where I had stood

a blank sheet of ice

where I had entered


and I am gone