Mirror Mirror

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Sister under the skin.
We meet in the mirror,
Our images superimposed.
For one split second,
Ready or not.
I peer into your soul,
And dive deep.
Splash-landing,
In a pool of pain.
As salty and familiar,
As the tears on my cheeks.
You don’t want to be me,
So you curse.
And smash the mirror,
Which gets you what?
A bit of blood.
A handful of glass splinters,
Another source of pain.





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