Breaking Glass
My anger punds with every heartbeat.
The person I see staring back through the mirror is not who I like
I want to hurt her.
Hurt me.
Her eyes filled with a darkness...
As I stare, the eyes blaze with self-loath.
The lips part with a silent scream.
Her fist races towards me.
Glass sprinkles around like glittering snowflakes mixed with ruby raindrops.
I stare at the shards of glass at my feet.
I feel I'm looking at my heart.
Copyright © Emaline Nelson | Year Posted 2006
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