The glass beneath my feet

​I thought everything was okay until I saw you. My world shattered. The fumes tumbled out my mouth like acid reflux, spilling over my lips. I cried from the inside and tried to crawl over the spikes glinting towards my helpless self. I can’t hide when I want to. I have to be seen by all.
 Don’t allow your face to betray you. Don’t show emotions.
Weakness is only an inch away. Flakes flicker light as your irises twist and stretch. In and out they pull, dragging, luring me into the dark abyss. A trap waits in the glorious dungeon of pupils staring into my own wide ones. What I want to see is not reflected in what is before me. A disgusting lump of fiction clothed in desire, truth, and satisfaction.
Makoma.
Bruised from the left common carotid to the apex from the sharp blows of your fantasy. They left purple patches as a reminder to never look through a cracked mirror.