Number 23

Do you see the shape in the
mirror
I do

It blinks
tries to touch but the
glass
is a shield

In dreams the shield is
broken, smashed
and I fall through to where
it lives
and just as we meet
I wake
and look around me
but there’s nothing there

Daytime is best
it can’t do anything in the day
just stares back
dead eyes
pretending to be my reflection

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