Cracked Black Mirror

⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Cracked
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀black
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀mirror,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀what do you
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀mean to hide from me
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀that I haven’t already changed?


written for Weekend Mini-Challenge: The Fib(onacci)
at the imaginary garden with real toads

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4 Responses to Cracked Black Mirror

  1. Frances D says:

    Your poem reminds me of a “selfie” I took long ago. It was my reflection on a shiny black plastic panel.

  2. maggie says:

    See? Fibs aren’t all that bad, are they.

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