pieces of mirror
I take the pieces of glass out of my body one by one.
they fall down to the bathroom floor and the tiles hug me.
if they were hot, I'd let them warm me.
the tiles are shaped like my feet.
the pieces of glass have left me and their absence is felt on my skin.
the void they left is now filled with my blood.
maybe i'll sit here forever.
i dont see what else there is for me to do.
Posted Nov 13, 2022, 8:06 PM UTC · edited
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