Shatter-Glass Poem by Shiloh Thompson

A girl stares at herself in the mirror,
Her eyes piercing through the dark,
Her attention is upon her reflected wrist,
Focused on an angry, dark red mark.

Her heart leaps at the thrill of attention,
She smiles sadistically at the thought,
Knowing in her heart it is so wrong,
It leaves her slightly distraught.

A slight tear of the flesh opens a soul,
Pouring forth all of her anguish,
A magical feeling of emotional release,
But under this spell she shall languish.

A single tear of blood rolls down her skin,
The tiny sensation forcing her reality,
Its crimson trail upon stark white skin,
Making her understand her mortality.

The dam of hate over flows and bursts,
A sudden outflow of anger and pride!
She shatters her reflection in the mirror,
‘She’s dead, ’ she says, ‘She died! ’

That single tear of blood continued to fall,
Landing silently upon the shatter-glass,
She knelt and picked up the pieces,
The bloody pieces of her shattered past.

The girl stares into her darkened eyes,
Smiling as she sees Hope’s light,
Leaving behind her fractured life,
She moves to the future so bright.