ties me to a chair, making every
hair rise up to fight.
Horrid anticipation.
The first few furious times
do not hurt, I
bite all pain into my tongue as you
force me to be a spectator
of my own downfall.
My face stays still.
While skin that has not seen
light
gives way to much darker things.
For now.
Eventually I fall victim to the ill
you instill in me with each consecutive blow
until even your lack of breath
feels like razor blades in my eyes.
You're a shame for all living things.
Let me give you some advice, you
should strike where wounds can be hidden.
No one will know.
"This stays between us"
and you grab hold of a blade.
You grin at me, while slowly
yet passionately driving it
between my ribs.
With each millimeter
your smile grows wider
your eyes grow brighter.
You humor me. Supposedly you speak
the truth and nothing but the truth,
yet you have given me a scapegoat.
Oh, dear mirror.
How I love you.
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