Reflection in a cracked mirror The outside broke into the white room. It entered through a single blue fissure. Each brush stroke had been its own allegory and could not reconcile the break.
My insomnia was a reinvention of what had gone before. I felt for connection in blind corridors, long and labyrinthine, whispering. Who’s there? I worried from within the room’s glass eye.
Maybe I was dreaming. The facts were hard to parse, and sometimes lied. I did, too, confused by what my reflection implied. There might have been a revelation for me but the glass distorted it and the fissure arrowed in on a thin red line.
I would never have let it splinter our embrace if I’d known I’d be left alone. (Cheryl Snell)
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Beautiful series, X
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Thank you all so much!
Janet
Reflection in a cracked mirror
The outside broke into the white room.
It entered through a single blue
fissure. Each brush stroke
had been its own allegory
and could not reconcile the break.
My insomnia was a reinvention
of what had gone before. I felt for connection
in blind corridors, long and labyrinthine,
whispering. Who’s there? I worried
from within the room’s glass eye.
Maybe I was dreaming.
The facts were hard to parse,
and sometimes lied. I did, too,
confused by what my reflection implied.
There might have been a revelation for me
but the glass distorted it
and the fissure arrowed in
on a thin red line.
I would never have let it
splinter our embrace
if I’d known I’d be left alone.
(Cheryl Snell)