The outcome.

A beast in the mirror
words spread on the floor
bleeding from its claws
on their skin.

And I'm the beast that hides
and I'm the words that struggle
and I'm the blood that lingers
and I'm the skin that holds this masquerade.

Only after the outcome
this monster understands
that its claim
was arrogantly illogical
and its request
just another piece of reason
for words to tear apart.