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"A broken mirror will only convey the same reflection a thousand times. We cannot escape ourselves by destroying what we see..."
I stand in the bathroom, hands gripping either side of the sink so that my knuckles turn white. And I stare.
Stare
Stare
At my reflection in the wretched mirror.
My face is pale. My eyes are shadows.
This cannot possibly be who I've become. And I stand and stare,
And stare
And stare
And the longer I stare, the more hatred I feel. Hatred for the person in the mirror. This cannot be me. I grip the sink tighter and choke back sobs. And I watch my own weakness in the dreaded mirror and the emotion consumes me.
Hate.
Unimaginable hate.
This cannot be me. I cry harder as I see the scars. And I stare. Glaring at the person in the mirror, I stare,
And stare,
And stare
CRASH
The mirror shatters as I bring back my fist, destroying the wretched person in the glass. Pieces
Fall
Fall
Fall
Clattering, clamouring, crashing against the floor, resonating sound that drowns out my silent screams and as the blood
Drips
Drips
Drips
To the ground below, staining the silver shards red, I see that face. The one I tried to destroy, staring up at me a thousand times from shattered, broken pieces on the floor.
I can't ignore that this is who I've become.
I will never escape the person in the mirror.
I pick up a shard, staring at the tear streaked pallor that's become my face, and put it to my wrist.
If my reflection cannot be destroyed,
I will destroy myself.
And as the blood
Drips
Drips
Drips
To the reflection spread below, it consumes the pieces in the crimson life that I've taken upon myself to drain.
Drip
Drip
Drip.
Splash
Splash
Splash.
The reflections begin to go away.
If I cannot escape the reflection,
I must escape myself.
If I cannot escape the reflection,
This is how I'll escape myself.
As the broken pieces in the mirror are slowly drowned in red,
I no longer see that face.
I will escape myself.
I will.