Gia Raquel

I don’t think we just want to see our broken pieces

Reflecting upon us.

We see enough of them in mirrors.

We’re intrigued by the familiar pain in strangers’ eyes.

By those subtle screams our souls wrap around

Just to discover irreplaceable fingerprints.

I see warmth in his tears and fear

Written upon his creases.

I attempt touching him, if just for a moment.

But he is gone. The screen is black.

And there I am,

Staring at my reflection again.