Prose

Pools of Glass and Sharp Blood

written by: Ithilgalad

Look into the mirror. Wonder who you are. Wonder who you've become. Wonder what the hell happened. But could it be? Despite darkened days, crimson stains, emerald green, you've made it. You are here. Stare into the mirror. Is it really you? Is it who people really see? Try hard to fight it. Try hard to hide it. Refuse to cry. Refuse to die. Lie in the act. Forget truth, forget fact. Nothing is exact, make up what you lack. A choice to smile, or kick ass. Let it consume you, or let it pass. Significant force, or wasted mass. Red rage, break the fuckin glass.

Fight it.
Hide it.
Cry,
Die.
The act
Of fact.
Exacting.
Lacking.
Kick ass,
Let it pass.
Weightly mass,

Break the glass.