You Can Tell By the Look On My Face, I Have No Potatoes

This is my greatest fear

Walking in a room and seeing me

Standing there

Knife in hand

Above a broken mirror

Hand bloodied

We lock eyes

And I can't back away

I walk upright into the blade

And we merge again

One pulsing wound

That will fester as soon as we let it

Is this my final fate?

Unable to disaggregate destruction from self;

I am her and she is me.

I plunge the blade into her heart;

See myself reflected in her blood

One last vein attempt to emerge unscathed

Is she forever?

Can you tell us apart?

Not me

Empty head and empty house

The portraits on the walls

Are missing

All the people

An exit strategy

We never bothered taking

And so the whispers

Make their way into my ears

The speeches come through the static

And tell us what we are

We're nothing