Broken mirror

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The fist smashes the glass,

bleeding,

dripping,

encrusted in splinters,

the hand returns

to the distraught face.

Eyes plucked from sockets,

to ease the pain.

Biting knuckles

to stop myself from reaching out.

 

The mirror laughs at my distress,

mockingly, it stares me down.

 

You are WEAKit chuckles,

you can not handle even half

of what you think or want.

 

Show your teeth...

 

Deflated,

Fallen,

Empty,

Crushed...

 

 

 

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