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Punching Mirrors Like A Mature Toddler
My fist of rage
Says hello
To the mirror
Look out below
The shards fall
A rush of regretful pain
Then clouds form
Pouring a crimson rain.
Says hello
To the mirror
Look out below
The shards fall
A rush of regretful pain
Then clouds form
Pouring a crimson rain.
Published 18th Aug 2017
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19th Aug 2017 6:26am
Don't punch mirrors, same as don't slap water in a basin....it splashes back on you. Good read, anonshadow.
19th Aug 2017 11:37am
Exactly, it's common sense, though, some of us have to learn the hard way, haha. Thanks for stopping by, Grace, I appreciate it.
20th Aug 2017 11:02am
20th Aug 2017 11:31am
Thank you, cold, I appreciate those words of kind encouragement. ~anonshadow
11th Sep 2017 11:20am
11th Sep 2017 12:18pm
I don't know that I'd call it self loathing, more a refection of my anger issues always coming back to bite me, I suppose there is a little bit of self loathing in that the mirror is meant to represent me punching myself. Thanks for reading. ~anonshadow
