Reflections (option #2)--Reflection Cycle

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Shattered glass.
Scattered image.

Broken mirror.

In your self-portrait,
fill missing pieces
that glue refused to hold.

Find the scattered glass,
wishing these fragments of pain were plastic
so the bruises wouldn't begin to bleed.---

But it stains.
No matter the loads of tears,
it still can't be washed out.

And this shattered image
masks the thorns
that hurt whatever gets too close.

He loved you.

Gradually becoming more defensive,
the thorns thrive.
No one can get past them.

Can't get it right.

Forever lonely.