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Through A Glass, Face To Face

By Rin Willis in Issue Fifteen, May 2024

The first time, I'm watching cat videos on my laptop when my chest starts to ache, and a long line of pain from my forehead down past my navel splits me into two.

And then, the sensation of fingernails, scratching under my skin.

When it's over, she stands naked in the moonlight, her body a mirror of my own. Same slightly upturned nose, same mouse-brown hair, same curves. But her eyes are filled with different histories, and her mouth is twisted in a smile that I have never been able to accomplish. In her right hand is a knife the color of old bone.

She stretches, popping her spine, then walks over to my closet, pulls on a loose-fitting black sweatshirt and a pair of leopard print bike shorts.