Mirrors

Mirrors

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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