Mirror, mirror, on the wall am I the fairest of them all?
This one not for the faint of heart,
This is no bedtime story or Walt Disney fairytale.
Only 7 years bad luck,
Blood dripping onto the bathroom side.
Many broken pieces,
Tiny splinters sparkle pink in the light.
A disfigured soul looking back through the shattered pieces,
Welcome to a mind that reached it‘s end.
Sweeping away the fragments that are left laid,
Playing jigsaw till the end,
Finding the final pieces when the blood finally dried.