Reflections in a broken mirror

Life’s jagged contours, conforming

In the pale and faded mirror

A thousand pieces of me

In a thousand pieces of glass

A million specs of silver…dust


Look there

I am smaller than a splinter


I have known beauty

I washed in her pools 

I drank from her cup

Her juice stained my lips

With lies…and regrets

Cut by a thousand memories

Pale and sharp as daggers


See me

Ragged, bleeding in the wind


It blows through me

Through my corridor of dreams

The hallway of mirrors

Visions I cannot gather

They are howling of shadows

Greedy, hungry dreams…leeches

The desires of the virtuous

The vain, listing in the starless night

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