Reflections

Her hand rests on her now vacant stomach

Her blushed cheeks moistened with my tears.

Momentary flashes of white coats and pitying faces

And her, sobbing, while our future drains away.

She stands, hunched and weary, too tired

To have held on.  Head lowered, but her eyes

Stare through me, past my skin, to the scream stuck

In my throat.

Her chest, like mine, heaves with caged spite

Threatening to escape.  Getting nowhere, I stare

Harder, longer.  Trying to be less alive,

To lose this odium before I lose myself entirely.

My nails dig red crescents in my skin as I strike

At her face, connecting with the glass and falling,

Kneeling on a cushion of broken shards,

All that remains is dripping blood

And an empty frame.