i cringed
iced myself over against the razor i saw coming
ready to stitch myself back together again
like clenching my fists
or tightening my stomach
would keep my blood from bleeding
like forcing my eyes to stay open
would forbid tears
and i edged around it
clearing away the rubble from everything else
until i had to approach
until there was nothing else left to face
and i don't know why i thought that it is what it isn't
but nothing burst slashing blazing burning
when i looked inside
nothing came back at me but my own
reflection
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