Facing Reality

The mirror falls and shatters
and displaces all reality I may have overcame.
But a peice cuts into my flesh to show me that it's still there.
A red fountain pours out of me.
The warm liquid burns ass it streams from my eyes.
The string is ripped from my finger and my web begins to unravel.
I scream,
but no sound escapes from my lips.
After my last glance,
I collapse on the ground.