This rusted nail I blame not
for it once held my broken mirror.
It made me happier than ever
as every shard pierced my skin.
I see my reflections, distorted-
every reflection speaks of hatred.
Blissful, I watched it shattered,
I took a piece and chewed it.

The broken mirror took my soul
I can't breathe, I'm suffocating.
Bleeding gums and throat-cuts under
seem'd pleasurable than ever.
Shards of my broken mirror
all sing the songs of darkness.
And as the music fades,
I lay on the floor choking in blood.

© Limatoshi Longkumer