She said in front of the mirror,
She utter not a word,
Because if she did,
Their reputation would fade,
Like the bright blue skies

He came to her,
Arms outstretched,
Smile carved,
Bled
Everywhere

“Welcome.”
“Happy to be here…
My dear.”
“You’ve been here before.” she smiled
He growled

She touched his fingers,
He bled
Everywhere
“You like what you see.” he sneered
“You’re corrupt, you know that?” she smeared the blood on the mirror
“Well, I wouldn’t be sick, if it wasn’t for you.”

She stared at her hands
He was right,
She was twisted,
If she wanted,
She could break her hands,
Tear at her skin,
And bleed
Just like him

“You’re sick.” she whispered
“It’s just who I am.”
“I am your protector.”
“Your muse.”
“Your savior.”

He was right,
Her left side demon was right,
He was her savior,
He was the one,
The one who teared at her skin,
Who spoke deja vu in her head,
The one who revived her memories
The sick one

He placed a hand on hers,
She didn’t flinch,
She allowed it,
She loved it

She became one,
With her left side devil
She became one,
With his bleeding claws,
With his piercing hazel eyes,
With his skin and bone,
With his empty head,
With the ceiling he occupied
She became one
With her devil