FRAGMENTS

The Mirror

Bloody tears flow down my face finding their way through the wrinkles and the tiny cracks on my skin, and when I try to smile…when I try to smile the pressure increases and now I see a painting of myself, painted by a brush of failure, dipped into a bucket of the blood of my own to make it picture-perfect…this monster that’s looking right back at me is nothing I cannot seize to sympathize with…such a horrifying experience I wonder how she can manage to live with thee, she is flexible enough to love a man who cannot stand the sight of his own reflection…it’s like you’re trapped, it’s like you’re trapped and there’s no turning back, I never liked the mirror because it reminds me of the struggles, the pain comes right back twice as vigorous, I feel the wave right in my cold-blooded veins, my heart is racing there’s too much blood in my system it’s like I just blew up and my blood is gushing everywhere right inside of me, but physically it’s something I cannot see. Take me away, please take me away from….THE MIRROR.

(A reflection of self that goes deep into one's eyes, deep enough to tell a story)