mirror/speak

aspen y.

there is a superstition, that if you talk to someone's reflection, not their face, that your souls will switch.

we no longer talk 

like we once did before 

we now talk through mirrors

where our souls become each others

i lock eyes with you and begin speaking

and take on unbearable pain 

you have dealt with loss 

and grief 

and a selfishness you could never shake away 

you look at me and smile 

telling me it didn't work 

i ask you why 

and you say 

‘i felt nothing’