so you wake up in a world that doesn\'t know you
a broken shard of a mirror lying flat upon a bed
a bed you\'ve neglected to replace with dull springs
years of use have left them all but dead
enough to leave some pain in an overused spine, in an overused life suspended by a thread
another day you\'ll find something to fill the void
that large echoing chamber where everything bled
out as if it was never even there to begin with
just a stain, forever pooling outward, to spread
all that was lost from the wound, from the word so sharp, it should never be said