we sit
battered
by our own hands
tortured
by our own minds
smiling
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Reflections
Poetry"There was a moment in my life when I could not tell the difference between a window and a mirror. I could look into both and see everything but myself." Rudy Francisco, Helium - Windows and Mirrors A diary of sorts, to help me to remember.
and you believe us
we sit
battered
by our own hands
tortured
by our own minds
smiling
