The Broken Mirror

March 29, 2018

We see ourselves
Through a broken mirror

We go to it
To love a shell
Grease and combs
Held together
With smudges of lipstick

It sees nothing but sameness
Whits of color
Smeared to grey
Like a painting
Left in the rain

But once we come to it
With bruised lips
And shattered faces
Searching for more lies to believe
The glass mends
And shows us
Who we always were

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