THE REFLECTION

I look painfully

Into the mirror

Hanging in front of me.

I nearly scream,

But I had already known

Someone like me

Could have nothing so wonderful

As a reflection.

I am aware

Of a loud crashing sound.

I look, sickened,

At my hands.

They are covered

In glass and blood.

I stare back up

At the twisted reflection

Of someone else

In the cracked mirror.