Where did you go?

My hands shake again.
The walls fade and try to imitate
the pale green of your eyes.

But they fail.

These walls envelop me.
Closing in. Crushing. Suffocating.
Blood spills over, but from where?

I am nobody.

My chest heaves as pain consumes me.
Pull me up from below;
Liquid life gushing out hurt...

And love for you.

The needle in your hand
pokes. prods. stings.
Stitch after stitch;
sewing me up,
making me sane.

And the healing process begins.

She      gazes into the mirror;
             Imaginary cracks disrupt
             the smooth glass, distort her face.

Is          this what other people see? Asymmetry. Flaws.
             There's beauty swallowed up and hidden away
              in her bottomless eyes, which are

not       about to give anything away. Glass
             breaks,shatters the stranger looking back.
             Her life in pieces on the floor...it can't be

real.