Mirror Mirror

March 8, 2008
By Morgan West, Kansas City, KS

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.
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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