as the mirror fragments sealed.in a mask upon my face
Like the shattered remains of a broken moon admist a nighttime eclipse
As in cracked nails peeling flesh from scarlet veins
As in pus fillex boils in the midst of gang green
Because I would rip the skin from another
wear it to be seen as not such
This body cannot take more as its insides harden and
hollow and is nothing but an animation
As unshed tears burn the back of my throat
As in when I look in the mirror I don't see beauty.
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