Glassed in the face,
Hands torn from the bone.
The mirror shard glances a look .
It drenches itself in talc.
A pure white terror.
The red leaks through,
Taking a slow country drive over its skin.
The shards purposefully placed.
An easter island oddity.
It wipes its brow,
It stings some more.
Pure white powdered hot pain.
Its beautiful.