And you hold a mirror to my face; it's only now I realise it's not a mirror but a simple window; for I see myself in you... or rather, I see you in me.

Oh, how I love your writing style! This is really good, and the title is eye-catching, too.

Nice way of bringing the fetal stillborn into an adult life and situation. Keep up the good work.

o infatuated with death? not healthy. but kool poem