The Selves

I see myself in the mirror

In her hand is a knife

She waves it

Threatening me

Saying words

Against me

.

I look in my hand

A knife

I wave it

Threatening her

Saying words

Trying to hurt her

.

Her knife swings

My knife swings

And both bodies fall

As the mirror

Shatters

Mingling with the blood

On the solid body

.

Inspired by Mirror Girl

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