Glimpse

Her cold fingers caressed his face firmly yet gently as she held ice on his bloody nose
Crossing the floor as if it were made of glass or perhaps polished egg shells she glanced up catching a glimpse of herself in broken fragments of the mirror on their bedroom wall
She looked around like a stranger
How did I get here and who is this I have become
Wiping her hands on her torn jeans she realized that the dirty door knobs would be the very ones she would open to set herself free
Outside the October wind blew through fields of sunflowers