A piece of broken looking-glass
Is staring up at me
from a bleak and dirty floor
like an unblinking eye that cannot sleep, I
look away but keep coming back
It's mesmerizing because
it's not a whole reflection
just a piece,
just a glimpse of a little part of me
can I really know anything from
a tiny piece of a looking glass?
For a second I wonder who left it there
before I kick it away.

It skids across the ground
and smashes into the wall
A thousand shards.

Funny how I can destroy things
With just one motion.