Dark Reflection

My frustration bubbles like magma, and I want to let it burn all things in sight. I want to explode like a long-dormant volcano. I want to feel the destruction. I want to be the reason for chaos.

And then I look away, and I remember myself.

I leave the mirror in the ashes, and walk away, happy to say farewell.

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