Like, the scars in the mirror

Like, the scars in the mirror

Two reflections,

blinded by distance,

the same yet not identical.

 Two souls,

Damaged by an enemy,

both the same yet not identical

One soul tortured by strangers,

the second tortured by blood

Both abused, inside and out,

tears, blood, semen and saliva

Screaming, shouting, aching and paining

15 year’s , 17 year’s

Reflections broken

Both bodies scarred

Souls shattered like an hourglass

Forever irreversible like the phallus carved on 15’s head,

like the engraving “faggot” from shoulder to shoulder

like the whip scars on his back and bottoms,

ascending from the bottom left to top right

Forever irreversible like the self inflicted cuts on 17’s arms,

like the emotional scars of kin’s denial and for punishment,

like the hot oil burn mark on his back,

Descending from top left to bottom right

15 year’s now 30 and 17 year’s now 32

Escaped somehow, alone but alive

Seeking adhesive to repair the broken shards of soul

To repair the mirror, the hourglass, the heart, the soul

At a gathering they arrive,

The two reflections meet,

The same but not identical,

Sharing their secrets,

mirror fixed

Time and time together,

Hourglass fixed

Topless they share each scar

Side by side 32 to 30

The scars line up,

A heart revealed,

The heart fixed

Together united,

A soul fixed