with thousands
of shards of mirror.
Images bounce from
wall to wall
catching the corners
of my eyes. Everywhere
I turn, distorted
shapes leer at me.
Unfamiliar forms
begging me to remember
them as they once were.
Each morning, I search
for the exit, with jagged edges
taking nicks out of me
as I stumble through
the maze of reflections.
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