Through the looking glass…

As a child I’d press my hand to yours and curse the cold glass separating us, my silent sister. Your eyes echoed my eyes. Plaintive, searching. I wanted to be close to you. Today, when our hands met, the glass felt warm…

16 thoughts on “Through the looking glass…

  1. Nicely written Dirae. Touched a chord. I always did this as a child – often seeking answers to difficult questions. I did try this as an adult, but the damage was done – watched too many horror movies on the subject 😉


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