Punch the mirror; angry

Glass shards fall onto the ground.

Run away.

Bloody knuckles tell the tale:

Crimson footprints, running across your skin.

Wash them off.

Shattered pieces,

Lying on the floor, scattered.

Pick them up.

Get the broom and dustpan,

Sweep away all your mistakes.

Clean them up.

Throw them in the trashcan,

All gone, nothing left of your reflection.

Yourself.

You're all gone.