Blood drips, from tears,
…She trips from fear…
Beautiful red lips,
As her reflection hits,
…And cracks the mirror;
The last of her body shaking,
Thoughts of the past, aching.
…Some of her last breath,
She has left…
...she’s taking;
Thoughts of the past, breaking,
All about the choices she’s making;
…Hopes rise she holds tight,
The shine in her eyes fright,
Tries to keep a straight face,
…but still lace with contrite;
Not one sin committed
Yet she wants to be forgiven
As she stares at her image…
She just decides to finally give in.
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