The mirror cracked
And pieces smashed
In thousands
And still
Your image rested
In the fragments
Of glass
Around me
Broken smile
Distorted eyes
With terrifying focus
Tear through me
As though
The glass
Was ripping my skin
And the taste of you
Bleeds my tongue
In the distance
A voice
Calls and
Cries my name
Fainter
And
Fainter
Until I fall
Into the shards
And the voice is lost in the madness.
Valerie Masters
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