A mirror cracks loud.
Spiderweb veins split the face,
someone looks away.
Glass falls, catching light.
Tiny suns blink on the floor,
feet step through the stars.
A star drowns in dark.
A shard twitches without wind,
breath locks in the throat.
Teeth bare in the glass.
A crimson smile grins too wide,
the floor drinks its spill.
The spill turns to ink.
Letters bloom where none were writ,
shadows lean closer.
Ink drips from the walls.
Words slither where mouths should be,
a mirror cracks loud.
Emotion Shifts, Then Shifts Again...
P.S. Rest assured, reading this near a mirror is entirely safe..hehe
