Pieces Of Your Mirror Poem by Amelia Murray

Pieces Of Your Mirror



Ragged edges.

They hurt when you touch them.
Drawing drips of blood on impact.

Translucent pieces stained with red.

Millions of them laying in dozens of hearts,
slowly painfully working their way out.

Not one the same.

They all share one trait,
they come from the same frame.

Each piece is one of yours.

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