A DECEASED IN THE MIRROR (Original Story) - @nachomolina

A DECEASED IN THE MIRROR

_{Author: @nachomolina
(Original Story)}

Looking without looking, acting with stealth to not run into the dead...
That visual contact full of fear, brings to mind the atavistic memory:

"A primitive man discovers his reflection, diffused in the watermark."

"But he had no flaws!
He did not know how erratic he could be!
Harmless, distant from greed and vanity,
Without ambition or discord,
Even death, it was in vain..."

...But that was yesterday

Who are you evading? Why do you put distance between us?;

I have a feature in my temple that will do the incognito and it will be your cross:

"Look at yourself! A portion of me is marked; the Gen"

Come, I'm envy!,

What I did the first time, I can do it twice:

"I will lead you through the labyrinths of death; defeated is the man who does not seek his origins over the ends of the world."

... And so the dead came to life,
It filled him with harassment, he challenged him to look at himself in the mirror.

Nothing more disconcerting was to meet face to face, between the usual and the ephemeral, a reality that tried to divert as much as possible.

"The corpse wandered in infinite circles, it ended up leaning against the wooden frame, like a confessional of intrigues."

You are unrecognizable!,

With the purple eye socket. The nasal bone and the shiny denture,
Looking without looking, everything starts to make sense.

But the pigment of the skin made him retreat and hide, the mark of the deceased ancestor grew, the fault of an unmemorable time...

You are Cain, you are envy...!

_ When I say you were a woman, it's because you were inside!; and for your adultery today you are an orphan...

"You are Cain, your gesture of old is equal to the caress of a child, life is a cycle and time does not stop, until someday you return to the homicidal uterus"

They touched hands, they looked at each other more closely, brothers in a traitor duel and at the same time dissimilar.

A sepulchral silence, separates them and ences them in a meeting of egos, in the fold of their personality,

_ Flow the first thought; "Flees!"

Other:
Face it!

More fleeting:
Hide!

It lets you see that distances do not exist, the same reality shelters them;

"The body is corpse because
my life has taken its cruel reflection"

How have you managed to remain absolved for so many years?
How do you know that I am the deceased and you the perpetrator of the crime?

"Even if you are covered by worms I will continue to be!
If you could look with a third eye, I will follow here framed,
first with the amber tone and then grayish."

...It took hours until,

In the end, he responded to the complaint of the dead:

"The story you have told does not concern me or make me feel uneasy, when I look at you, I want you to finally disappear, change what you are, kill you one more time if necessary and stay with what you do not have. All my life I have endured the imperfect who speaks to me through the mirror, displeased unconformity, mean in his false divinity full of fears. And as for that brand, the damned condemnation that we have equally, could never change it because it is a reminder of our original reflection"

With their eyes fixed on the glass, wrapped in the gloom of the secret, they seemed never to finish, while they asked themselves supported in the frame of the mirror:

Why do not you go at once?...
_ Why do not you turn your back and leave first?

"When that mirror
It got in the way,
They discovered their sin and its defect,
His story and his instinctive caprice
For staying in duel."

And the two retreated,
Knowing that the other was still there,
Both looked without looking, acting with stealth to avoid running into the dead...

END

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