Reflection Poem by Alex Night

Reflection



I look into the mirror
and I see what can murder.
It's a pitiful,
ugly monster.
It will never give you what you expect
but so much less.
It's eyes are pits of self-wallowed sorrow.
The glass shatters
tiny pieces embedded into its skin
and blood trickles from its clenched fists.
Who am I?

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Alex Night

Alex Night

Bronx, New York
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