The mirror grins first, needle, teeth,
You are already dead and drowned in lies,
You just forgot to stop breathing

I press my forehead against the mirror,
(Cold like the barrel of dad’s gun)
Two skulls now, mine and yours,
The one that whispers… Do it! DO IT!
Whose voice? Mine Theirs? Does it even matter now?

The Razor winks from the sink
A straight line it promises
Blue is no longer the warmest color
Red is the only one that stays,
(I test on my thumb – the blood beads)
Like tears, but thicker, honest.

I hear the walls breathing,
(in, out, in, out)
They are laughing, the mirror corrects,
Everyone is laughing
(I hear them now – Neighbors, nurses
The girl who left years ago
He giggles stuck on the blades).

I could paint the tiles
White to crimson, clean to chaos
Arterial Entropy it’s art the razor insists
The Last thing you’ll make that means something
(The Water is still running – how long until it floods?
How Long until the screams drown?)

A shadow hits the window
(but this time I don’t look)
I let it die
Nothing stays the mirror sighs
Nothing ever stays,

It fits my hand like a key
Finally whispers the other me,
Open the door.