Spilt Milk

Lopsided was her mind
Tilted over
Spilling her thoughts
Across the dark dirty floor;

Now nothing more than goop
With eyes affixed upon
Her reflection in a mirror
That showed only
A dreary expression
Of wistful sadness.

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