Broken Mirror

I trace my finger
Along the thin, jagged lines
It’s hard, solid and sharp
It feels so rugged
However
It looks like it's the recreation
Of a spider web.

A glass spider web
Full of malice intent.
However,
It looks so sweet
So sincere

So comforting.

Oh, how I wish to create the same spiderweb
Upon my forearm.
I would like to admire
The creation
Of a broken mirror’s demise.

Why has the mirror been broken?
Because I got tired.
I got tired of looking at my reflection
I was tired of seeing the result
Of everything I have never wanted to be.

Long sleeved sweaters
Because it’s getting chilly out
Although my arms are burning
From the scorching heat under my sleeves

The neat, little red rows
Which seem to be
The result of my frustration
And another broken mirror