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The Broken Glass

Staring in the mirror, my reflection staring back There’s a murderer here shrewdly covering her tracks Inch by inch, step by step, sneaking through the forest quietly as kept Slowly trying to make her way to the end Knowing the darkness is going to catch her for her sin She starts to feel weary like she weighs two hundred pounds It’s something glowing in her pocket pulling her down Her arm reached and reached and reached bringing out a mysterious broken glass Deja Vu is what this felt to her as if she had seen this once before She looked deeply in the splintered mirror and was amazed at its shiny galore The world started to turn going back in time To set her where she committed the crime So tangled as to what has happened on this day Now, asking God to show her the way She finds herself wondering into a dark gloom She sees a light under a door leading to a room; opens the door and what does she find… It is her in a mirror locked up and confined. Staring in the mirror, her reflection staring back She’s captive now and there’s no turning back.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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