Looking Through The Glass


the mirror has broken


my image,

the image 

I have of myself,

the one I like to project.

Was it the sunlight that cracked it,

the exposure to brightness,

an explosion of light

or was it already a distortion 

ready to be destroyed 

by a different audience

looking over my shoulder.

Or was it self destruction

which splintered my image

to reveal the darker side

lurking behind

only seen

when looking

through the glass.



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