Mirror Shards

Listen as the world cracks open.
Wounds do flow freely against our song.
Feel the sideways view of our world askew.
Open skin.
Tired and lunging at the same time,
we fall as glass upon the floor of time.
Shards of the mirror,
one less thing to own.
Multiples of three,
we seek and soak and seep.
We dissolve.


One Response to “Mirror Shards”

  1. scorpionius Wrote:

    I think that you would enjoy the thought of reality being
    only the hallucination of a madman. I like this poem.

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