trailing midnights...

floating at midnight down
hallways of dark, hair mussed like
cobwebs with spidery eyes,

blending with shadows, too
shrunken in size, and whichever
she be I have come to despise...

I despise every one that within
her resides, I despise every
version within her that hides,

floating the halls trailing
midnights and dark, startling my
mirror with images stark...

and whoever she be I have come
to despise, despise every version
of me that she hides.