the face in the thin reflective pane stares back at her.
there is a crack, and she cannot help but think that she lives in it.
lives in between the words of (i love you) and (please kill me).
between (stop) and (start).
and after a few shots of vodka
(one-two-three-four-five-six-seven – )
and after the lights became fuzzy,
and figures became silhouettes,
and after a few kisses
(one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi – )
the crack in the mirror starts to morph until
all she can see is not her but him.
what she really wanted to say was (stop) and (please don’t kill me)
but then it was too late.