Published October 29, 2013 by Amy Elizabeth

Rip the mirror from the wall
And tear it to shreds.
It’s nothing more
Than the broken reflection
Of a has been.
A once before.
A happiness that hasn’t followed,
That can’t be reached
By searching.
The reflection has nothing.
You’re no longer whole,
But shattered pieces,
That belong,
In the dust.


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