between the spidery cracks of a broken
mirror I search for pieces of you.
in this dark room of echoes
and paper
clips, I fear I am lost
despite the timid spindles of light that
ghost their way
through the gaps. they dance in fractal
cobwebs on the wooden boards, distracting me
from the emptiness I hold--like a dime--between
my thumb and forefinger.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
between the spidery cracks of a broken
mirror I search for pieces of you.
in this dark room of echoes
and paper
clips, I fear I am lost
despite the timid spindles of light that
ghost their way
through the gaps. they dance in fractal
cobwebs on the wooden boards, distracting me
from the emptiness I hold--like a dime--between
my thumb and forefinger.
