I felt myself split in two one quiet summer night.
Sitting in a strange bedroom, doing homework
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She appeared then:
Sitting cross-legged on the carpet opposite me
my mirror image. however
Sitting cross-legged on the carpet opposite me
my mirror image. however
I became afraid of her black eyes
of the words I didn’t have to explain her
existence and better yet to send her away
of the words I didn’t have to explain her
existence and better yet to send her away
I had checked every box in pen:
Desperate. I counted painstakingly on my fingers:
I had done it all right (or in hindsight, perhaps I had only done alright)
Desperate. I counted painstakingly on my fingers:
I had done it all right (or in hindsight, perhaps I had only done alright)
I checked every box to see where I fit,
to wall her out, her and her black eyes
and I wept like a child on the strange bedroom floor
to wall her out, her and her black eyes
and I wept like a child on the strange bedroom floor
because
She would not go away
because
She was my Self
She would not go away
because
She was my Self
because
Her eyes were not black
because
They were mirrors
and I saw my Self
beyond the boundaries of arbitrary boxes
flourishing, basking in the sunlight
beaming like a weed
pushed up triumphantly
through concrete
Her eyes were not black
because
They were mirrors
and I saw my Self
beyond the boundaries of arbitrary boxes
flourishing, basking in the sunlight
beaming like a weed
pushed up triumphantly
through concrete
