The Mirror (#41)

November 15, 2017

my reflection was unidentifiable,
it betrayed no truths in its glassy planes
what I saw wasn’t
broken


I pushed myself inside it to look
gouged out it’s eyes
broke its jaw 
twisted its neck
caressed its heart in my hand
before I crushed it in my fist and
found nothing in the darkness left behind
It was a shell looking back at me
gaping wide and emotionless


I threw myself into it
Into me
Into the glass
Into the image
until my shoulder bled
until the mirror cracked
until the glass caved
until it
broke
broke
broke
until I recognized myself its reflection

 

-2:41 p.m.






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