Reflection

January 1, 2011
By Anonymous

I looked in the mirror today –
my eyes were empty and dark,
void of any sentiment or emotion;
just hollow shells of midnight black.

I looked in the mirror today–
my mouth was set in a straight line,
like I hadn’t smiled in years ; thinking
about it, I couldn’t remember the last time I had.
My eyes were empty and dark.

I looked in the mirror today –
my hair was disheveled and unkempt,
a result of endless nights spent tossing
and turning; I was fighting with myself and losing.
My eyes were empty and dark;
my mouth was set in a straight line.

I looked in the mirror today–
my skin was gauzy and translucent,
so sallow and ashen that you could watch
the blood run through the veins in my cheeks.
I had the pallor of a ghost; that’s all I had seemed to be lately.
My eyes were empty and dark;
my mouth was set in a straight line;
my hair was disheveled and unkempt.

How many more times would I –could I– look
at my reflection before I couldn’t find myself in there
anywhere at all?

I smashed the mirror today–
hurled it against the wall so hard it
splintered into fragments; diamonds gleaming
on the concrete floor.
Finally, I looked just like I felt–
shattered into a million different pieces.


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on Jan. 12 2011 at 10:34 pm
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