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Glitch Card
I sit in my own personal icy and fiery haze.
I draw a fourteenth slash.
“It's now fourteen years here…” I sigh and hear the chains on my arms and ankles clang everytime I move even the slightest.
The tears of mines meant nothing here.
I’m tired of crying.
Tired of having to hide.
Tired of having to fear no one cares about me.
Tired of faking.
I look around through my boiling hot raindrops.
All around me were mirrors.
I tend to the mirrors and walk past them.
I saw many things I wish I could’ve taken back,
Even if they weren’t my fault.
I saw my fears.
Isolation,
Being pushed around,
Dishonesty,
I saw it all...
I screamed and bursted out more cries.
I felt the tears burning my cheeks with ease.
As I lay in my meltdown, four mirrors started to turn without my input.
They drifted towards me with ease.
I start to look around only to be surrounded by four mirrors.
In the reflections I saw four specific characters I had created.
Eshiku the ink rabbit genie,
Kizuna, my alter ego,
Callista the human wolf,
And Chasity the royal arching rabbit.
They start to come out of the mirrors one by one and crouch.
I calm down and start to sit up.
“...why are you four here..?” I sniffle.
Eshiku puts her bandaged hands on my cheeks.
“You may seem that you’re trapped here for all eternity, with no one to turn to and nowhere to run. Just trapped in this endless cycle of anxiety, self doubts, and nightmares.” She starts.
“But whatever you broke throughout the years, that’s yours to fix.” Kizuna continues.
“Stop fixing the broken vases that aren’t yours.” Chastity follows.
“Because at the end of the day, you still have yourself to fix.” Callista finishes.
In a flash of light, they disappeared.
I woke up, back in the same smiling body.

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This poem talks about mirroring myself to seem happy on the outside but in the inside, the truth that lingers inside is blocked, hidden, and isolated from everyone. Glitch cards are a feature to my characters I create which symbolize dark and vivid thoughts that a character may has about themselves or something. So in a way, I consider myself a glitch card character.