They say I know you,
But truly, I don’t.
We have a deep connection?
A long history together?
I can’t believe it. I won’t.

You are hideous. A monster!
There is nothing before me that I wish to embrace.

Be gone, deceitful reflection, and take your disgusting lies with you!

October seems to bring about that icy trickle of fear that maybe we are who we think we are, after all.