I don't like it.
There's a girl staring at me from across the room.
I have never seen her before, I don't know her,
And I don't want to know her.
I'd be better off never knowing her.
And she knows this.
And so she stares. I stare.
There's a girl staring at me from across the room.
Her image is blocked only when people past between us.
But I don't see them.
I only see her.
I don't want to.
There's a girl staring at me from across the room
She blinks when I blink,
Moves when I move,
So there is no escaping her.
I could stop looking.
But I can't.
There's a girl staring at me from a hundred places on the floor.
Her face refracted in shards of jigsaw.
She glares at me reproachfully
As I use her to cut my wrists.
She mocks me angrily
As I cover her face with my blood.
But she won't go away.
There's a girl staring at me from across the room.
She sits in a seat I used to sit in
She watches the place I used to watch.
I recognize her, hate her, and pity her.
She looks like me. But she's not.
Not yet.
There's a girl staring at me from across the room.
Someday she'll go away.
But I won't. And she won't.
There's a girl staring at me from across the glass.
I will bring her in here to warm me with her cold.