Split up; I am not feeling like myself in this mirror, he shows me my true reflection

I see a split image when I look at my reflection

Many facets

Many lines drawn, crossed

Severed

I see him in my eyes,

And it’s burning

I can see beneath the mirror

I see a different story

A new world

Where there’s a new person, like me

Lurking around in between the liquid metal

And lucid glass

And while I wait to find me,

He waits in the “real world”

And I refuse to acknowledge his beauty

Why?

I remain in that mirror land

A nightmare of my own making

Where dreams are blood

And phantom shadows

But all I want

All I really want

Is to shut off that swirling reflection

That cuts me off from him

And I’ll check my real pulse

Not my doppelgänger’s false call

To capture our real story

Our real snapshot

A true reflection of ourselves

Our love

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This was created during a poetry prompt session with the amazing writer Oneg Kushnir

Here is her piece: