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the water was like glass,
clean and still and clear.
in the reflection was someone new
staring back in fear.
there’s hurt in her eyes,
but a scarlet smile on her lips.
crimson streaks on her thighs
below white scars on her hips.
under a blanket of lies,
nests shame she keeps.
as my tears hit the water,
ripples wrinkled the world inside.
each drop barely made a splatter,
but the small waves magnified.
the irony-
what a mess one touch can make.
i looked at her in disdain,
she will never be the same again.