There is a stranger in the mirror.
We've met, yes.
But only in nightmares.
It stares, unblinking.
I smile. It doesn't.
It is me, I know.
The me of the nights
terror claims as its own.
A pleading heart
A shattered mirror
It survives, still.
A thousand splintered strangers
All spilling
far too familiar blood
from their knuckles,
Finally smiling.
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