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The shattering,
Horrifying sound,
Jagged edges of glass
That fall to the ground
As I go to pick up all the pieces
I Pearce my skin
It then draws blood
From the jagged edges of the fallen mirror
I look up and see myself
Broken
just like this mirror
Shattered
Torn
And afraid
As I try to stop the bleeding
I start to weep
And fall to the ground
About the Creator
Jennifer lindquist
I’ve always had a interest in poetry since I took a creative writing class in high school. Writing poetry is my safe place where I can either get positive or sometimes negative energy out by my writing of poetry.
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