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Mirror
I
look in the mirror
as
I watch the blood
run
down my face.
I
touch the blood,
I
taste the blood.
The
blood is sweet and fresh.
I
begin to rub my hands
through
my hair of blood.
Blood
drips out of my hair
forming
a puddle beneath me.
Where
I stand I look in the mirror
one
last time before it shatters
piercing
my body.
I
drop to the floor on my knees
feeling
the glass go deeper into my body.
I
scream in agony and in pain.
I
see a light.
I
see the mirror as my way out.
I
go into it, yet I don’t.
I’ve
shattered it with all my
pain
and suffering.
There’s no way out.
***