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Scrubbing her hands red raw,
Smeared with dark ambition
The lingering stain haunts forever
Guilt drips red in the porcelain
Behind the mirror, she’s not alone
Reflections of wounded humanity
Staring back,
Blinking … trying to reason
Behind the shimmer, she has friends
Sabre toothed tyrants prowling on the weak
Cowards!
Lusting for ascendency … returning from last night.
An endless file, snaking through the glass
She sees them all … Blind surrogates of power
Like Houdini they contort,
Virtuosos of cunning plots
Gifted talkers with ability to sway
Yet in the dark they are restless and mute
In their minds,
Demons dance and fornicate
In their minds,
Emotions entangled
In their minds,
A conflicting swarm
Will they ever forgive?
The blood seeps through the porous stone
Will it ever wash?
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