Raining Broken Glass
Through my shattered mirror,
Finding pieces of myself
Seeing this divide clearer,
I clean the wounds bad for my health
The blood runs thick and inferior
And, dizzy, I request of your wealth
But in this empty room I can't reach her
So I curl into my shells
Darkness envelopes those that are weaker
And yet my insecurities collapse the well
Petals of Dawn spiral from my mirror
Throughout my imperfect visage I remain myself
Under my apocalyptic dome I spin in ash
Dancing in the fallen leaves raining like Broken Glass
Copyright © Andrew Travis | Year Posted 2017
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