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My eyes lock onto themselves
Empty pools of darkness in the Mirror.
Flash!
I see them crying,
I blink, my eyes are dry.
Looking through the mirror
I see myself, younger, straighter,
Not yet bent over by grief.
Splash!
The last tear I ever shead
Falls into a puddle
Mingles with the rain.
I look up at the older children
Laughing at my tears.
I stand, brush myself off,
And dry my eyes.
But inside I cry on.
Flash!
Back in the present,
The light from the hallway lamp
glints off the razor's edge.
I look down at my arms,
Rub the overlapping cuts.
Today I cut deeper, find a vein.
Splash!
Blood runs dark red
over my hand and down the drain
I follow my blood down
Into darkness.
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