She stares back at me
Mimicking my every move
With great ease, everything I say
Comes out of her mouth as well
Who is this person?
She has my face. . .
Her thoughts are my thoughts
My thoughts are hers
When I cry, she cries
When I smile, she smiles
Who is this person?
She looks just like me. . .
A moment later
Broken mirror shards lie on the floor
A bloody hand is raised to a horrified face
The reflection stared back
Smiling wickedly at me
And with a whisper
She says;
"I'm you."
