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The shattered mirror
The blood from my hand
My tear stained face
Staring back at me,
All seems so real
Everything but the image
The image that mocks me
Torn and tattered
The glass shattered
Pieces of a woman
A make shift woman
The cracks broke her
The lines sewed her
But the parts don't match
And all I see is a monster
Staring back at me
The rage builds
The breath is raged
Violence fills my veins
My bloody hand is clammed
Into a fist of crimson red
Thick drops hit the ground
Trying to escape the anger
One swift move
The glass cracks more
The image rips and falls
Scorn but sad
The woman crumbles
And disappears
Jagged edges
The only pieces left
Blood stains the sides
And fills the middle
Tears of pain
For the fallen monster
Called the makeshift woman.