I see the woman in glass with a
***** pink bag and wrinkled
Blouse and she looks up
Through hooded eyes and gives me
A pained smile through bruised lips
And tired eyes and I
Wish to take her away, pull her up from that
Nightmare she walks in
She sinks in its weight
Her cracked make up reeks of it
The hunch of her shoulders,
Eloquent with pain.
The glass cracks a little
And I look away and
I close my eyes
I am she
She is me.