Falling apart
I could see her … drained
on the broken glass!
I took a closer look
and she, multiplied,
was stabbed in my back –
I could see her walking,
eating and sleeping …
in the same glass mirror
she woke up this morning
stabbed in my back;
her shade gave birth
to another one –
all hiding in the corner of my look!
I fall asleep
stabbed in her back!