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Trying to find a crack in the mirror
Shadowed face, distorted reflection
Fingers trace over the cold surface
Blood smears left behind
Break apart, piece by piece
Like the pieces of my soul
Sharp jagged mirror in hand
Time to end what's begun
So close to what could have been
Clock ticks, Seconds ring
Infinite tone
The jagged piece enters the skin
The night portrays the demons within
No one sees me
Memories play on a loop
All these scars, impossible to cover
Afraid of everything
I would give it all up for nothing
Reality drips away from my grasp
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Erin Barteski
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Comments (3)
"No one sees me." I like the juxtaposition of this line against the desire to hide that is elsewhere in the poem. Living this way is such a puzzle.
Hey, I just want to let you know I've shared this poem in my recent story: https://shopping-feedback.today/poets/poppy-s-preferences-pt3%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/a%3E%3C/p%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3Cdiv class="css-w4qknv-Replies">
Wow, this is a very well written poem but also really tragic. Thank you for sharing