Cracked Mirrors

The mirror cracked again, leaving superstitions flight in her mind.
There were days like these when life’s challenges felt like sick joke to test her endurance.
“One two three four, seven… fourteen”, she counts on her fingers.
A sigh escapes her painted red lips marking her defeat out loud.
Seven more years of calamity now tainted her current state of bad luck.
Is it really superstition, or was it fates way of toying with her, yet again.

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