the glass in front of me stood still
stood strong.
yet i waited, and waited,
i kept waiting for it crack.
my voice grew louder, more fervent
as i kept raising it higher.
Higher and Higher.
Louder and Louder.
my lungs screamed at me
begging me to stop
to shower mercy on them,
but i didn't.
I wouldn't.
so i kept raising, raising my voice
Louder than before,
wanting to see when the glass would crack,
wanting to know where its limits lay.
the first crack came, followed by the second, the third,
and it kept going.
the chain kept going, the rest following the first, all together
in one line.
one after another.
only then I raised my eyes,
looking at what was inside the glass.
Arms, legs, neck, face
A body.
A person.
A...me.
so it wasn't a glass after all,
it wasn't a glass that cracked.
it was a mirror, that's what it was,
And with the mirror,
I cracked too.
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