what colour are broken mirrors, she asked
picking up a shuttered piece from the floor
she raised it to her face
to admire her contours
but the mirror she used to decorate her face
now made her forehead tilt
its edges cutting through every corner
her cheek bones now starved
just when she was about to lift it to her eyes,
a voice behind her whispered
hide your eyes darling,
people can see your heart through them
her hand dropped
so did her eyes.
she rushed to draw her curtains
just to enough for a ray of light
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