The Girl in the Mirror

It’s staring back at me

my broken mirror

lost in the corners

it stares mocking me

laughing, swearing , jeering, sneering

who is that little girl

blood in her hands

staring back at me

would death come by

through broken glass?

she looks around and laughs

no one saw her

as she dragged the knife

and killed

it’s cold now

the knife

the blood has dried

and she’s laughing…

they would never know

for they would cry

for the little girl

whom he hurt and hurt bad

they would cry

at the twisted story

the blood all around

and the gruesome mystery

at length it would come

my sin

it would come back to me

and I would boast of the life I had

and laugh about the day I killed my dad.

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