I looked in the mirror

I saw the blue eyes

And the blonde hair

The black tears my reflection cried


I see her soul


Sliced open



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

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