Blooded Reflection

by Bella   Feb 21, 2006


Broken mirrors on the ground.

I pick up a piece and it cuts my hand.

It drops and breaks; some blood falls on it.

I see a million faces in the reflection.

It's yours.

You take my bleeding hand and kiss it.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

You take my pain away.

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