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The Other Side of Who I Am
The Reflection Effect
The sight of my reflection waving
from the cell of a broken windowpane
stops me in my tracks. I wave back.
My reflection motions for me to join him.
Over both our heads, dark clouds
shift and churn in opposite directions.
Before I reach to take his hand,
I must decide if the blood that shattered
glass will draw from shredded flesh
is worth the chance to learn
who lives on the other side of who I am.
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