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Mirror mirror on the wall

Shatter to pieces as you fall

Twisted frame and shattered glass

Memories that shall not pass

Glittering shards that litter the floor

A figure staring from beyond the door

Mirror mirror on the wall

Shatter to pieces as you fall.

It’s been like this for some time now. This mirror standing all alone in a barren concrete room has been here for a good long while. It’s been shattered like this for a long time too, for as long as I dare to remember in fact. That frame was once a shining gold but it’s been tarnished for so long I can hardly remember the beauty it once held. There is so much glass on the floor that I cannot risk getting close enough to even place a finger to that frame.

I cannot risk adding more cracks to the glass.

How did the mirror even break in the first place? I’ve been asking myself that for years upon years. Would you like to know the oddest part? I think that I am the one that broke it but I do not know if that is really the case. I can picture it clearly, throwing a hard punch at the glass reflecting my form back at me and watching it shatter.

Seeing through wide and angered eyes the glass falling to the dirty floor in shards around my bare feet. Watching the jagged edged pieces of a looking glass shoot into the walls around it except for the wall behind the mirror. There is no blood on my hand and no glass in my flesh but all around me it glitters like spotlights are shining upon it.

I can’t risk shattering the glass anymore!

I cannot! I will not! The risk of damaging them beyond repair, beyond repose is far too great. I know this now from experience though I wish I did not. These shards mock me as I stand in the doorway that will only remain open for me. They glitter in the pitch black with lights all there own in mockery of my vain attempts.

“You can see us! You can hear us! We call to you as never we have before! We know you want us, know you need us for we hold the key to this mystery. We are what you long to remember and we are what you long to forget! Soon enough you will need us and so we now fill you with regret. Come and find us! Look into us! See into our sparkling depths. Learn your path and spill your droplets of the blood to pay our debt!”

Teasing mockery from glittering glass. The many shards imbedded in my walls refuse to come out when I pull. My blood stains the wall like the walls from slicing my hands through all attempts to free these pieces of memory from the walls. Shards that lie flat on the floor simply refuse to move from there rest. A touch will reveal no more than simply staring into the depths, a blurred and cryptic bit of picture.

To hear beyond imagery is a bonus yet.

I will admit the most disturbing angle is this; some memories are beyond me. Each and every shard and shingle glittering upon that floor is a shard of a memory. I long to remember and I long to forget a part of my life that I regret beyond measure. Regret it I do but treasure my regrettable years as well. It is the shards that I have broken to splinters I cry for, memories I shall never get back.

Mirror mirror against my wall,

Shattered into shadow as I fall,

Glittering shards beneath a tarnished frame

Victim of my fists good aim

Memories mocking from reflecting depths

Memories lost to a blood paid debt

Mirror mirror against my wall

Shattered into shadow each time I fall.



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