The mirror reflects my truth

Like a picture of my being snapped at the camera drop

The trigger finger on my reality

A moment of truth undeniable

I look into the mirror and see another

Feeling my fear shooting from my pupils gathering static around my iris

The energy crackles like lightning

Sending pulses of static blurring my image

Self

Hidden in fear I wipe the steam from the glass

And see my love fogged over through and

Peephole smudged through the fog

Tears roll down the pain

From the bottom of the swiped portal

Collecting the moist residue of my exhale .

Innate reflection seeing deep into my eyes

My life my strife

Anguish pushes me to pull my punch before injury as chards of

Glass crumple into the sink

Trickle of blood

My proof that I really do exist

Champagne pink bubbling as I wash away

My blood and collect the sharp particles

Watch with a piece of my past

A glimmer of that moment

They say it’s seven years bad luck

But I’ve been paid that luck forward

And can’t believe smashing that my terror

Has no gain

I feel the pain that set me free of that image burnt into

The film of my memory in sepiatone contrast

To the brilliant colors of reality…

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