Shattered Mirror

Shattered mirror stained with blood,
like my hands stained with yours.
One quick motion, and life was a memory
like yesterdays news;
Forgotten but lingering.
In the back of my head, poking, poking.
The vision, the ghost, lunging at me,
grabbing and tearing at my skin and clothes.
Your tears of blood stained my soul,
and my blood stained the last reflection of me.
No one will carry the guilt; the cycle is over.
Those hurt will move on.
My stain will be wiped clean;
I never existed.

This wasn’t the first on my list.
I numbed the pain against the metal that helped destroy you.
I pushed your memory aside
with the poison that stung my throat every night,
Like sweet masochistic pain, without the scars that told the story.
But it came back, like always,
The pain followed the angel of death
that held the essence of life as he erased you-
He lives in my soul, for as long as I live.

Shattered mirror stained with blood,
like my hands stained with yours.
One quick motion,
now I am just a lifeless memory
against a shattered reflection.