What do you see when you look in the mirror? Is it yourself looking back at you?

I’ve never been sure. It’s his eyes—something about his eyes. I don’t know. They seem fishy to me; not how I imagine mine to look. And I swear, sometimes they don’t look directly back at me. They’re off by a degree or something. I don’t know. I don’t trust that guy.

What about you? Do you trust your guy? What do you think—you think it’s you in there?

I don’t know.

To me: it’s like I’m seeing an alternate-reality-me. Or something. Like, that shiny piece of glass (is it glass?) is where two worlds come together. Or where the wall between ‘em is thinner. So, there’s this whole other world on that other side. It’s like ours, but a little off.

And so that guy I see is a little off; tainted by a world a little darker than ours.

And I worry about him. I don’t trust him.

Like: what if that guy slipped through my mirror? I think we’d be in trouble.

I don’t know. I don’t trust him. It’s those eyes. They’re off, I swear.

It’s like he’s up to something. Like he knows something. He’s got ideas, or something. And I don’t know if I’d like them.

What if came through? What if he got loose? I don’t know what would happen. He’s got ideas. You can see the plans to wreak havoc in his eyes. Maybe that’s why he looks away. That guy’s hiding something.

I think he's dangerous. I don't know what he's capable of. I think he's really dangerous. It's those eyes. Fuck, I want to be rid of mine just thinking about his! His eyes smile at you. They're hungry. It's like, he's licking his lips—all with his eyes. He'll consume you. And he knows it'll happen. There's an inevitability in his eyes. "Just wait," they say.

Wait for what? I don't know. I'm fucking terrified. Every day I'm scared of my reflection.

I don't trust him.

Do you trust your guy? I wonder if ours are friends on their side. Do they share their plans? Do they talk openly about the hunger that bleeds through their eyes when they face us?

Do they exist at all? What do you see when you look in the mirror? Do you see anyone other than yourself?

I'd like to know.

'Cause I don't know. Maybe this is just in my head. Maybe it's just me on both sides of the glass. Maybe that's my hunger I see. Maybe I don't know what I'm capable of.

I don't know. Maybe I don't trust me either then.

What about you? Do you trust me?