she takes off her clothes. i can see it in her eyes: a longing. but for what?

she’s searching for something as she stares at me, examining me, picking apart every detail.

i can tell she hates what she sees.

she does this every night but tonight she seems sadder. angrier.

sobbing, she smashes me into a thousand pieces of broken glass.

and i finally realize  what she saw in me:

herself.