A fist connected to my hand burst through the mirror.
Through cracked pieces,
I make out the figure that appears to be myself.
That monster staring back at me in the mirror can't be me..
Messy hair. Abundant make-up. Bloody knuckles.
This is what I happened to amount to.
How was I so carelessly clumsy,
To destroy myself?
All off of the words you left me.
YOU ARE READING
Clumsy [completed]
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