Mirrors
I think that
The bathroom glass
With its polished metal
Its flawless surface
Its unblemished face
Is broken
Until the cracks appear
Radiating outward like a spider's web
Fragmenting the world into millions of pieces
And only when the mirror breaks
Do I see
Me.
My many eyes, watching the shattered Earth around me
My split mouth, forming sounds but no words
My fragmented ears, listening
Hearing
Never acting
Because my limbs are broken, too
Like those of a porcelain doll
Useless
And waiting to be thrown away.
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