Mirrorsmature
I looked in the mirror
I saw the blue eyes
And the blonde hair
The black tears my reflection cried
I see her soul
Broken
Sliced open
Bleeding
That is a stranger
That's no longer me
I don't recognize her
I don't recognize me
The reflection is wrung out
The memories are gone
Her heart is strung out
Her mind is wrong
Another tear rolls down her cheek
I feel wetness drip on my feet
That stranger is so weak
How could that ever be me?
Her fist and mine connect
And the mirror shatters.
© Michelle Lee Alfonso, 2011
The End
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