Broken

"Mirror, mirror off the wall
how did you come to drop and fall?

With silver slithers of pointed glass
how did this moment come to pass?

The telling crash of noise abound
a multitude of division found

strewn across a slippery floor,
you fell and now you are no more

than the memory of what used to be.
A reflection now you cannot see"

She went out of her window.
Smashed her mind
like a pain of glass.
When she spoke
it was like sharpe glass
all around me,
her clear cut logic
cut deep with transparency.

Disasters say so much,
so clearly and precisely
but with such profound impact
as to never to come out nicely.