Abused Mirror

I was their mirror

to vent out, to crash, to reflect

their own vulnerability and moods.

No talking, no questioning.

They knew it better

without using words.

Their gaze was like a gun,

it targeted me.

They conveyed their thoughts

silently.

Wanted to see

only the things

to take advantage of,

to execute

coercive control.

Abuse of dissidence.

Psychological horror carried out

without a plan.

The only goal was chaos,

confusion and mental violence

inflicted

on a pure soul

without their scars,

yet seen on me.

Glowing on them,

but causing prickling and itching

on my sensitive skin

full of unexpected, new moles

that crowd my nerves

creating insidious blisters.

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