The Mirror
False realities stained in glass.
Never picturing the fragments.
The cracks,
bruises,
scars.
Only the outside,
reflected.
Small smiles.
Eyelashes painted in thick, dark beauty.
Eyes glimmering with hope
and with tears.
For every time hurt, a glance avoided.
Fear the mirror itself will crack.
As she does.
Copyright © Virginia Thomas | Year Posted 2019
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