The ******* the other side of the glass looks back
Seeing into her own eyes
Touching the cold space in between the images
Which one was real?

Her heart raced as the cracks chased each other
It's all falling apart
Stepping back trying to keep an image clear
She's losing it

Pieces shatter and slide around the surface
Don't touch- they're sharp
The once clear picture now scrambled at her feet
The shards will make her bleed