The Reflection Effect

 

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The sight of my reflection waving

from the cell of a broken windowpane

stops me in my tracks. I wave back.

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My reflection motions for me to join him.

Over both our heads, dark clouds

shift and churn in opposite directions.

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Before I reach to take his hand,

I must decide if the blood that shattered

glass will draw from shredded flesh

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is worth the chance to learn

who lives on the other side of who I am.

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