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As I Stand by the Mirror © Theresa As I stand by the mirror on the medicine cabinet The rage builds within me. In my mind I see The blade, ready for taking I pick it up, shaking, hold it in position And slice. Not once, but twice I cut to watch the blood flow. But its only a show of what would have been real If I had let myself feel the pain as I used to, too long ago. Top of page Webmaster: wulff@ratatosk.net |