By: Helena F. Lupin

Look to the mirror

I see my double

In truth

It is the mark of me

Cracks along her shattered self

Broken pieces

Cleaving her in two

Obscured gaze

Scratched with fractures

Fragmented soul

Lace work of cuts

My bloody twin

Tattered image

Broken looking glass

Reaching out

Pressed palm to palm

Our cuts mingle

There shall we merge

To be broken together again