escapril day 1: ego
I’ve watched myself divide
From one person into two
Halves – my mirror image
Stares silently in interrogation
Her image moves independently
She doesn’t blink with me,
But after, in automatic replay
As I analyse her every move
My hand lifts to touch
Our reflection, and she follows
Pressing fingertips to fingertips
But I don’t feel skin, only glass
Now her hand lifts, beckoning
Me to step back into myself
And I tell her I will, but only if
She promises to stop watching
Lauren Kathleen 