The Mirror Crack’d

The Mirror Crack'd.

After the Mirrors Crack’d

I need you to look at me
after the mirrors cracked

Groom me how
God would grow a rose

Let your fingers paint me
colors. Be my other self

Measure the angle of
my brow. Examine me –

Closely – like the back
of your hand.

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