The Half That’s Not Me
by Rzluz
· 16/03/2026
Published 16/03/2026 14:22
In the shop window’s glare,
a sliver of glass stares back.
My eye’s twin, a cold glass spark,
catching fluorescent hums like lies.
A fraction off, it doesn’t blink,
doesn’t catch the light like the real one.
It’s a quiet rebel, cold and still,
a shadow in the mirror’s fractured will.