Poem: Shattered Spark

It’s like I’m trying to
shoot down the air,
part the clouds with a knife,
nothing to dig my nails into
but my own palms.
Squeeze the pain in my hands
from the broken pieces of a mirror
stuck in my lifeblood,
fallen like autumn leaves
from the mitosis
of my reflection,
as eyes stared deep within
only to be
blurred with
the smoke of the conflict.
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