Mirrors and Windows

Blink.
The light above me stings;
My eyes red and dry.
This room is empty, but there is-
(No, there isn't)

Twitch.
A hand on my shoulder.
It is cold
and pale.
I see a mirror's image-
(Or is it a window?)

Click.
Of me-
just me;
My eyes red and dry.
That gaunt face staring back at me-
(That face I've seen before)

Snap.
Cannot be mine.
Who is it?
My hand is reaching out-
(No, not again)

Crash.

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