Fracture

poem on self-reflection

Photo by Yeshi Kangrang on Unsplash

Alice peered into the looking glass and thought,
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, whom do I trust least of all?”.

The glass hopped off its peg and clattered to the floor.
She hung it up and stared,
but the answer
hid behind broken
gaps.
The schisms and
clefts obscured

herself.

The glass laughed.