The Mirror Breaks

The Mirror breaks

Under the force of a blow-

To- Think- I would be safe

From an everpresent Eye

The Sight that follows-

It thinks It Knows Me

The Suffocating Stare

Holding Me in- place.

It Knows I feel meek.

Under gauze and fabric

My Feathers do bend.

The spiderwebs across my hand

They pulse

A million brown Eyes

Stare up at me from the tile-

Mocked in glittery Despair.