Author: ladyjewel

The mirror was to the floor, heavy silver frame.
A lone woman stares at the image she makes,
Feels nothing, and wonders how the glass would feel.

Hand reaches out and touches the cool glass, she closes her eyes, and her hand slides through to the other side, her arm then her body follow.

The sudden cold like ice hits her, the silence is so complete she feels like she has become the glass, not even her heart beat excists.

Warm hands close over her shoulders, she feels like the fingers are burning into her cold skin.

She is pulled back into arms that shelter, and she opens her eyes, she is once more looking into the glass, but now there are two