Relived;
A dire emergency,
Realization turns you over into your own black and blue
The person that stares back at you
Isn’t who you’d choose
She looks like
Murder in the mirror
Hot irons cause flesh and arteries to recoil
Beneath the veil that flutters over you
Joined the army of “loss of control”
Haunted by every shadow,
Every light cast upon the living
Left to die every time you get a moment alone with yourself
Scales weigh your journey to failure
Hopelessly living
Never going to be a beautiful anything
It’s murder in the mirrors
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