I’m afraid, and the beasts come alive around me,
and the girl in the mirror looks at me
ironical and provoking.
The circle is tightening and everything seems against to me,
I feel that something sudden is about to come,
nothing is mine any more, not me even,
but I pass through the mirror and watch
how the one remaining inside is
more and more somebody else’s.
Why are you gazing at her from all around
with sore and whirly eyes?