Poetry


[the door | free form]

and when you look into the mirror

is it the door that deceives you?

is it the door that tells you

there is a way out?

do not be fooled,

for it lies; it lies and it pretends,

it waits for your arrival,

it awaits you.

let its hunger engulf itself,

let it scream, let it quiver in pain,

let it die,

but do not allow it near you.


[mirrors | cinquain]

mirrors

hanging above

your head, crying like you

mimicking you, becoming you—

mirrored.

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