Regret

Crackling in the fire of regret. You and I stand. Back to back.
Face to face
Mirrors against us.
A wall of mirrors, broken, cracking
Seven years of bad luck.
Glass shattering is a piercing sound but I am the only one bothered by the noise.
The noise is loud.
Unclear.
I understand it perfectly.
Scream into my ears until I bleed.
I bleed to feel.
But what happens when I lose feeling too.
I’m dangerous
The glass pricks, cuts, smears
Reds and blacks.
Grays, dark pinks.
The colour of regret.
Burns into my vision
Then my vision fades.
Leaving those streaks behind
Just for you.

~Kaitlyn P