She stared, hared, into the mirror, that’s been cracked up, and, she saw, a fractured reflection of herself…
It’d, made her think and ponder: when, did I, become like this? Why am I, broken right now, failing, to realize, that it was, the cracks on the mirrors, making her face look, shattered.
not my photograph…
Her broken face, it’s, all she sees now, her broken face, that, is all she’s, left with these days, a fractured version, an incomplete, woman, and, she had, NO idea how she got this way. Her broken face, it’s all, that she has left, she’d, stopped being “whole”, since he’d, left. She’d, formed her unstable personality based off of how he’d, perceived and treated her, and, through the years, she’d, lived off of him.
Her broken face, that, is all she’s, left with now, and not even her self was there anymore, there’s just, this, emptiness, when she looked into her own reflection in the mirror these days, and she kept wondering, how did I get here?
And now, with the pieces chipping off, she can’t, gather them all back together, and FIX herself up………
like this…not my illustration…
Life, the Obstacle Course 