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the madrigal, volume ii


by holly zijderveld

I see me in you, mirror.

Our faces curve in the same place,

our hands work in indistinguishable ways,

I hold your eyes, and we share a familiar gaze.

Like mother,

like child.

You’re yet to grow older,

yet to build your armour,

you don’t need it yet.

I see you, covered in my blood,

Ready to walk the tightrope that

I’ve already crossed.


         I see her, covered in the blood

          of those that came before me,

         of those that came before her.

    Our fates fall in twinned ways -

             our palm lines our identical, our 

               tea leaves make the

           same patterns at the bottom of our cups.

I see you. You look just like me.      I see her. She looks just like me.

Holly Zijderveld (she/her) is currently based in the UK. When she's not writing or running her own lit journal, you can find her watching too many films, playing solitaire, and thinking about the way the light hit that one very specific bit of water. You can find her @hollyzijderveld on Instagram and Twitter.

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