I stare at a shattered reflection
In a broken mirror
Is it me? Is it you?
The eyes are dull and hollow
Sunken deep in a pallid face
Worn out from despair
No smile crosses these lips

I listen to a voice
Crackling and scratchy
Is it mine? Is it yours?
Or is it just in my head?
It speaks of times long past
Moments of unspoken love
Bonds of unbreakable trust
Burnt
Blistered

Cold
My world blackens around me
Icy blood flows
From its fountain of hate
I remember what we were
The closest to perfection either of us knew
Unreachable
Selfish desires forgotten.

© Crystal S. McDonald.