Shattering the Looking Glass

I have shattered

the looking glass.

The haze clears

and I see the ruins–

smouldering

and wasted.

 

Loose, waving curls

of acrid smoke

lick at the sky

like serpent’s tongues;

they seem to dance

above the burnt out

sanctuaries

and hidden vaults

that I

laid bare.

 

It’s all exposed–

the useless trifles,

the rack,

and the rusted chains

which bound us.

 

Shadows slide

between burnt-out rooms,

wandering

with unknown purpose

towards emptiness,

and away from nothing.

 

Everything is gone–

prison and home,

secrets and promises,

truth in lies.

I have shattered them all

in the looking glass.

 

7-2-19

 

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