shards protrude from an empty space
life continues at a swollen pace
i cannot count the times it took
for me to search, and find, and look.
a crushed figure reflects my face
a distorted image takes my place
a sudden urge to discard the trash
a mountain of terrors collect like a stash
of items
and things
that continually ring
inside my head when i have invisible stings
left like a scar on the face of a villain
a shattered mirror bleeds the life i was given
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