shattered pieces
of a glass mirror
scatter the wooden floor
I look down
and see my broken reflection
staring back
only pieces of me
are left
an echo of pain
comes back
and I fall to my knees
still staring
at my brokon reflection
I curl into my own arms
taking sanctuary
from the shouts of pain
and the news of horror
I am shattered.
broken.
scared.
of a glass mirror
scatter the wooden floor
I look down
and see my broken reflection
staring back
only pieces of me
are left
an echo of pain
comes back
and I fall to my knees
still staring
at my brokon reflection
I curl into my own arms
taking sanctuary
from the shouts of pain
and the news of horror
I am shattered.
broken.
scared.
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