Splintered


The person staring back at me is a stranger...
With glazed eyes and hollow cheeks...
Stringy matted hair and scars all over....

My fist shatters the calm of her face ...
As it crashes against the mirror...
The pain barely even registers - as if
I'm in a daze...

Each broken piece reflects her spirit and soul...
Which has been torn apart piece by piece...
They are now jagged pieces that can never form a whole...

With her eyes she pleads...
To save her from herself...
All the while her bruised and chapped lip bleeds...

Just like everyone, my eyes I avert...
On her, I give up...
The world has given her nothing but pain and hurt...

And now, no one can bring together her splintered self...

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