Beyond The Glass

A place filled with candles
Lighting up with a dim glow on the wall
Creating a path to a enormous glass

Opening my eyes I see someone
Someone who is identical to me
Making every movement I make

She mouths out the words I speak
Although I only hear myself
I see her everyday

I reach my hand out to her
And my fingertips only feel the glass
She tries to reach me beyond the glass as well

by Sarah Pesta

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