Broken Reflection

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.
 

EverlastingWaves

VT

15 years old

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    skin pulled taut and tight
    burning like the light
    that seeps through cracks
    underneath the door

    from stray branches and walking
    throughout the woods, balking
    at the idea
    of no path

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