The crack running down the reflective surface splits me evenly. Two pupils, on either side, don’t meet eye to eye. Two souls, but one body. One showing the light, The other swallowed in black. Black and white, half and half. But, nothing is ever that easy. Monday, no fluorescent glow Breaches my conscious. Tuesday, I’m … Continue reading Mirrored Enemy
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