The Looking Glass

Staring through the looking glass,
peering at the other side,
watching the world go by,
stuck on the inside of glass.

Placing my hand against the cold,
a sharp breath escapes me,
tingling and refreshing,
I let it collapse inside me.

Closing my eyes,
holding my breath,
the cold swirling within,
freezing part by part.

An ice sculpture,
frozen in time,
eyes closed, breath held,
poised in position against the looking glass.

A shattering sound,
echoes all around,
as I break into pieces,
falling to the ground.

Taking a gasp of breath,
I look around,
at this new found place,
outside the looking glass.

Rubbing my eyes,
staring at the world,
in motion and so clear,
not behind glass.

I turn to my back,
and see the looking glass,
staring hauntingly at me,
warnings and darkness seeping from it.

I shake the thought from my head,
and turn around,
staring at this,
newfound land.

A sudden shriek echoes around,
as I turn to see someone,
trapped in the looking glass,
banging to be let out.

I walk up to look,
and see a dark character,
staring back at me,
black embedding her body.

I shake my head,
trying to ride myself of,
that etched in image,
of me.

I open my eyes,
seeing yet the other me,
trapped behind glass,
watching the world go by.

A twinge of saddness,
spreads through me,
as I realize,
I belong there.

I shake my head,
as a tear escapes me,
trickling down my cheeck,
and splattering on the ground.

I press my hand,
against the cold glass,
against my own,
and close my eyes.

The worlds spins,
roaring in my ears,
falling through the glass,
and trapped behind the looking glass.

I stare back,
looking at the world go by,
wishing I was there,
and not part of the mirror.

I shake my head,
staring at the happy me,
in the right spot,
staring at me.

Suddenly,
the only thing around,
shatters to pieces,
and falls to the ground.

I open my eyes,
staring at the remaints of,
the only thing there,
the looking glass.