The mirror.
A flitting shapeless
scratching at the back of my mind
A toothed smile
of sharpened canines
Claw-tipped hands.

Strangling menace.

A choking breath,
breathing the mirrored misty darkness.
A pair of eyes - so like mine
I've seen them before.
but where?

- Phobos

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Niuran, in the year 134 MA.