StarCrashDustDown

I look in the mirror. And all I see is a monster. An alien who changes her mask. From woman to child and back again. I keep looking for a way out. A transport mechanism…a hole. Or a beam of night. To suck up inside. But I'm trapped here inside the lens. With artificial light and make-up. Waiting for a signal. Looking for artificial intelligence. The repetitive action brings me closer to transcendence. The repetitive action brings me. Closer to myself. And then I'm gone.