Today I feel broken,
cracked images of me
Are revealed in the looking glass
The shattered pieces of my life
Lay on the tiled floor.
Losing their sparkle
In the neon light of the room
Like dying embers of coal
Lifeless and empty
I sweep them up,
tossing them
Into the dark void of the trash can.
Looking at them with a disconnected
Memory of the woman I was
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