The Girl I Buried Breathes Still

She crawled from the mirror with blood in her grin,

A child-shaped curse, reeking of sin.

No mercy in eyes, no warmth in her frame,

She mouthed my secrets and called me by name.

Her hands were cracked from prayers denied,

She screamed without sound, her stare crucified.

A doll at her feet, its mouth sewn tight,

She danced through the wreckage of stolen light.

Each step I took, she mirrored my tread,

A relic of all I should have left dead.

The world dressed lies in a gown of truth,

While she gnawed the bones of butchered youth.

She smiled as I wept in my velvet disguise,

And peeled off the mask that buried my cries.

"Remember me, the child they broke,

As blood ran wild and silence spoke."

Now I wear her face, a cursed design,

She breathes through my mouth, her soul entwined.

No saint remains, no prayers to save,

She drags me back to her unmarked grave.