Mirror
Blood Brothers For Real
Silence follows the unenviable inevitable conversation, deaf ears hearing all.
"I love you." He whispers, and you turn away, hiding your blushing face and tearing eyes.
"Can't help it." You whisper back, getting up to fix that broken mirror.
You pick the shards up, one by one, cutting your own hands and mixing your blood with his.
As though it weren't the same.
You sigh, running blood-covered fingers through your hair, and sink down against the wall.
You punch the floor, cracking your knuckles and bite back the hiss of pain caused by clenching your cut hands.
"Damned mirror."
"I love you." He whispers, and you turn away, hiding your blushing face and tearing eyes.
"Can't help it." You whisper back, getting up to fix that broken mirror.
You pick the shards up, one by one, cutting your own hands and mixing your blood with his.
As though it weren't the same.
You sigh, running blood-covered fingers through your hair, and sink down against the wall.
You punch the floor, cracking your knuckles and bite back the hiss of pain caused by clenching your cut hands.
"Damned mirror."