Broken

Broken "Mirror, mirror off the wall how did you come to drop and fall? With silver slithers of pointed glass how did this moment come to pass? The telling crash of noise abound a multitude of division found strewn across a slippery floor, you fell and now you are no more than the memory of what used to be. A reflection now you cannot see" She went out of her window. Smashed her mind like a pain of glass. When she spoke it was like sharp glass all around me, her clear cut logic cut deep with transparency. Disasters say so much, so clearly and precisely but with such profound impact as to never to come out nicely.