Jun 21, 2022
2 min read
Manipulated Mirroring: Hybrid Prose Poem
Only to collide
She chased him — only to collide with what isn’t rising — the mirror-fantasy and its mannequin, a sacred pact of deluded otherness — she was barely witness to her own invisibility —
longing laps out of
the pool
like a tongue
destined for just the one
word
and then held
closed
mortified where it stands
for all time
