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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