26 reflection

reflection

It

stared me in the face day in

and day out, reminding me of what

I was walking towards, though something

was

always sneering at my teeth,

slapping my cheeks weakly,

and yet impacting everything;

my

mind, all that I was, even my leftover

heart. I still looked in those puddles.

But her eyes reminded me of s**t, full of

fault

and smoldering animosity, alone.

I stomped my foot on her face,

hoping to forever distort her existence.

All

I wanted was to escape

the troublesome waves that pulled

at my waist, pushing me around; where

of

my remaining strength, too bitter

and broken to see that what laid before

me, in his existence, he would destroy

it.

Author's Note

This ends part one. Thanks for reading so far!