Caught in reflection
Two drops, clear and round, merge into one, then slip down her face. She wipes them off her cheek and finds in her hand a shard of glass—
I held the mirror toward my body, watching the twirling reflection as she-I walked up the winding staircase of her-my apartment building. At every turn, the sun would twirl in the reflection too but we did too much twirling and got caught - in the reflection, tripped up - in the reflection, broke - in the reflection. Saw it in the reflection first, through eyes second. Together we lay, all spread out, at the bottom of the staircase. Bits of broken glass started whispering. The sound of their breaking like the image of R’s psychotic spells.
His limbs contort. Seven names with seven hanging heads. A tortured voice speak from his mouth. Busy grounding his senses I loose my own. Like love it was a madness shared by two.
The sun twirled in the bits of glass I brushed off of my legs. I slowly stood up and eventually the sound of cracking glass stopped. Everything had fallen into place, though the mirror was ruined. I picked up the larger pieces, walked down the hall to throw them in my neighbors mailbox, as I believed he deserved the bad luck more than I did.