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antiflection

i start out looking at myself in the broken mirror
i tell myself that i'm ok
and to try not to worry
i tell myself that i'm alone in my head
the lie bounces off the cracked surface and hits my face
my eye closes over and a tear of blood rolls down my cheek
i tell myself that i'm being paranoid
and this one hits me in the mouth
i gag as the taste of blood catches the back of my throat
it tells me to stop
but it's incomprehensible
the words keep hitting me - getting harder
until i manage to force my eyes open
and see
it's not my reflection

◄ look both ways

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Noetic-fret!

Mon 19th Jan 2009 13:58

Brutal, powerful, exhibiting the harsh exterior of life. Truth hurts. Moved by this matt - mike

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