by Mingrui
At the edge of the city in summer,
In a corner of the World Trade Center.
Facing the tall black wall,
Snowflakes flutter in the air,
Yet cannot make her in the mirror change her mind,
And she murmurs:
“The impulse to change my fate
Has turned into uncontrollable hatred.
Day and night, I feel my brain
Wanting to murder the other parts of my body.”
So I shattered the mirror,
Only to find countless more of her.