The mirror man stood
Where I now stand
Deeply staring
Into my darkness
Eyes peering
Into the heartless
Full of wonder
And I despised
How his eyes
Told so many lies
Hopeful heart harkening
To some bright new beginning

The butcher’s blade
The blacksmith’s hammer
Tools of the trade
That I could handle
I smashed the mirror
Thus was he shattered into
A thousand jagged pieces
And in revenge
He cut and sliced me
Bled me violently
Until I needed a hundred little stitches