Feb2017, Opinion&Letters
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I awake

Light floods the room

Cold and Empty

I look around

Where am I

Beep Beep Beep

The noise reminds me

I rise

Time to work

I enter the bathroom

Splash water onto my face

My hand swipes over my forehead

The wound has healed

In its place a scar

I study my reflection

I look like him

Same eyes

My face becomes his

I see red

I pick the glass shards out of knuckles

Blood flows like water

The cabinet opens

The liquid stings

The blood stops

The wound dissipates

I stare at the scene before me

Blood and glass

It is mayhem

It is tranquility

I activate the cleaning protocol

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