If I push forward
will i fall out the other side?

A portal to the future
where everything is more bright with florescent lighting and cold linoleum floors to fall on.

If i stick my hands through the mirror
each shard bypassed; easily now
then the universe tilts and i am suspended in time.

Falling softly into my future self,
gripping onto what i only know to be true.

Biting the fleshy bits of my lips
as i censor these tiny screams of frustration…

Its okay to let them echo.

No one can hear them except me.