As it prides in the beauty
Shown on its bosom
Then suddenly, a crack appears
Marring its immaculate face
Distorting what was once pure
The crack carves a path
And runs in all directions
Clawing through the gloss
A last glance at the framed face
Eyes in disbelief
As the glass shakes and disintegrates
Throwing shards, slicing skin
Because there's always blood
When the mirror breaks
-Katherine Lopez
03 February 2012