is to: Mirror

I say your words: You say mine

You hold left: I hold right

I bite your shoulder: You bruise my neck

I crack -

You shatter.

Your hands have cuts, but you slit them deeper along with mine.

"I want you,"

you demand.

"I want you,"

I whisper.

There is no love in your eyes.

When did the mirror change?

You call it stained glass.

I know it's cellophane.