The Bathroom Sees What No One Else Does
CRASH!
The mirror cracks and breaks,
Pieces falling onto the floor, onto my feet, onto the vanity.
I look down at my hand…
BLOOD.
Blood running from my knuckles, down my fingers.
DRIP
DRIP
DRIP
D
R
I
P
P
I
N
G
Onto the floor, onto my feet, onto the vanity.
I punched the mirror…
AGAIN.
But this time it broke.
I don’t feel the pain, that must be a good thing.
I don’t feel the pain, that must be a bad thing.
I don’t feel the pain, and I can’t tell if that’s a good or a bad thing.
I turn on the faucet and shove my hands under the lukewarm water,
The washed-out red water swirls
AROUND
And
AROUND
Until it gets sucked down the drain.
GURGL
GURGL
The life getting sucked right out
OF ME.
I look up into the destroyed mirror.
The reflection looking back at me is
BROKEN
And missing
PIECES.
How accurate, I think.
The reflection never lies.
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