Midway

Whistles through the air and pierces the stone
Feels the pain like never before
Looks for him, the one who did this
Finds a mirror and looks once more
Mirror cracks can’t bear the image
A woman with a broken heart
Lying through the glossy edges
Feeling its sharp clutch on her hands
Being pulled under, further and further
She’s fallen and is lying so still
Watches her own movements
She’s behind the mirror but it the movements do not reflect
Attacks those thoughts running through her head
Has she seen the light – will she go?
Or does she know that the pain will shy
Hide away from her and die
She’s seeing his face but looking so odd
Tears blur eyes
Tears for her