My Shattered Reflection

At the depth of my glass decayed heart
A reflection of bending light beams my eyes
Crunching blood red shards beneath the rubbers of my tread
I offer my hand to the beaming glare
In return the beam offers a scrape
And blood as a tip for my hand
Curiosity still entangled in my mind’s vision
I bow my head to reveal the identity of this gift giver
A shard of glass decayed heart lies, isolated
My eyes look upon the shard
With edges bathed in the warmth of red liquid
And bestowed before the sapphire mist within my eyes
A reflection of me,
Eyes weeping back
As my own weep out the sapphire mist
It is I that rendered the fractures already blanketing my heart
It is I who glares back
Within the rose tinted fragments
At the depth of my glass decayed heart

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