Look

Pieces never tell the whole story,
safety glass still breaks,
it just doesn't shatter.

Opaque glass,
chipped words go air-borne,
when thrown against a reflection.

She looks at the window,
a glimpse of the girl,
soft light made a mirror image,
leaning toward the glass,
brushing the reflection.

A face so familiar,
she looked at the plastered smile,
questioning how honest it was.

Eyes wide and glistening,
lips pursed,
burning down her throat,
as she looks in the mirror.