Sometimes the greatest mystery is not who stands apart, but why we choose not to draw near.

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The eyes watch, faces turning up.

Whispers through closed curtains and doors.

Shadows gather around my cup

Dark hands grasping me from the floor.

They saw. They called. Pulled. Did not pause-

Weighing truths that they did not see.

From their pressing palms and false cause.

I wince, I fight, I choose to flee.

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I stay bound by hands from the floor

Hands that weigh me, the hands that tie

The hands that grasp me, nothing more

Offer no hope, just pointless sighs.

And I continue to look high

Light from a window, or the door

Silence comes and sits, as the crowd flies

Through shadowed gates, to lighted shores.

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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.

Mirrors of the Mind  by Michelle Liew is a collection of psychological and supernatural short stories that explore the quiet unease beneath ordinary moments. These are not tales of spectacle, but of subtle fracture — where memory distorts, silence speaks, and the self is not always singular. In these stories, what is unseen often carries the greatest weight, and what lingers is not what is shown, but what is felt.