The panic of the man in the mirror
Blood splatters everywhere, look around the rooms spinning out of control just as the tempo of my heart beat. Blinking hard and fast hoping for a different image, still drenched in blood.
The panic of the man in the mirror
Premeditated thoughts of the day I catch him, 20+ years to be exact. Is it worth it? I ask myself, myself answers back, was it worth it for him? Now the evil trains rolling and the vision of me drenched in blood creeps back up, this time it’s more red.
The panic of the man in the mirror
Connected to a womb filled with pain, I cannot help but to see red. Knowing I’d be fatherless and she’d have to raise me alone; my mother nurtured me 8 months prior, which gave approximately 32 weeks to absorb the pains of being alone. I should be able to handle it but that vision of me drenched in blood hits 100 mph, all gas no breaks.
The panic of the WOMAN in the mirror
Understand we handle things different. My emotions take over, my pain can be your worse nightmare, actually it’s mine. The sight of blood should hit my stomach different, it should make me squirm; instead I’m in the mirror drenched in blood asking myself ‘was it worth it?’ Myself replies ‘it was worth it for him, wasn’t it?!’.
Closing in on the blood spatter on the mirror.
