Even just a Meaningful Drop

I see the glass
Unbroken perfection
Until I see its horror

My reflection tattered and broken
Eyes swelled
Cheeks bruised
Nose gushing
I wish to be on the other side
To look and feel normal
Away from your beatings

I see the tears
Streaming to my bloody chin
Delicate and gentle
Beauty could come from fear

I am done being your dancer
Twirling inside your forceful grasp
If tears could be free
So could I





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