Sometimes its hard to imitate the glass eyes
that pierce through my melting skin.
A thousand needles dig deep into my center,
pleading for relief.
And you will never know the torture.
You will never hear the screams.
The mirror reflects my swollen eyes
as I cover the face that begs for anything but this.
Raindrops dry and the fire burns out,
frost creeping into its crevices.
It spreads across my shattered body,
enveloping emotion, crushing desire.
And when my vision shifts from the mirror and back,
the face I see is you.
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