Reflection
By turpisfemina
It is dark. You lie on the ground. Your tears stain soft cheeks already streaked with dirt. Your ugly body trembles as screams escape your lips. Your worthless heart cries tears that shatter on the frozen ground. Are you real? You don't know, but somewhere inside you feel empty. Are you nothing? You aren't sure, but you feel as if you are slowly fading away. Are you worthless? Yes, you are ugly and empty and uncaring. How could you be so cruel, so worthless so empty? How could you be so hidious, so fat, so alone? Flame touches wick, the candle ignites and sheds light upon the room, and I see the frame of worked gold and the piece of glass inside. And I see you, inside the glass. You are my reflection. Written March 31st, 2002 © on Mar 31 2002 12:17 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"It is dark...."