My mirror
is a funny thing,
reflecting back
every sin
Prisms held
my mind,
reflections
bent to serve
The curve of glass—
a glance reveal—
many selves,
set to blur
I slipped up once—
staring deep—
Saw myself,
reflecting me—
The girl
beneath
the glass
If I break it—
will I find
more masks?
Shedding
Grating
Grinding
Core—
Refracted layers—
chasing me
My mirror—
a wondrous thing,
reflecting back
nothing


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