Reflection - Staring Into The Truth - #MindBeepTuesday 4



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A Witch sits amidst a tempest,
with venom laced on her nails,
her hands blood red,
and soul set on flames.
With each passing day,
She puts her hand through a chest.
And rips apart the chords,
for she is on a quest.
She lets out a screaming laugh,
As the music stops.
She loves this feeling now,
"They don't need a heart anyhow."
She smiles as the blood,
runs from her hand and,
seeps through the soil.

She has a mirror in her hands,
with a constant reflection in it.
She stares in that face,
and readies her hand.
With one final thrust,
the mirror breaks,
A girl in her room wakes,
her world shakes,
she lets out a cry,
and starts weeping.
Once again she let the witch,
in her mind and now she is bleeding.

The witch in this poem implies or symbolizes suicide.

That was it for this blog post, I should have posted a meaning to this poem on my Instagram, So follow me there:
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Previous #MindBeepTuesday post:
Abuse - MindBeepTuesday #3

Beautiful content from elsewhere:
Because Paper Towels Are Strong And So Am I - By Saru Singhal

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