Thursday, September 11, 2008

Broken Bubbles

Caught with you watching me,
and another besides,
in a room walled
with one-way mirrors.
The world revolves
around me,
unseen by my eyes
as I'm forced to see
all aspects of myself
till I fall, dizzy,
upon the floor.
I stare at a sky
made of my eyes
blinking back at me;
twinkling with tears,
with mischief, with glee,
with every part of who
I am and who I'll be.
Then she pulls back
and sends the
the bubble spinning
only to reach back in
for my hand and pull me,
disoriented, from
the broken glass
and scaffolding
of past self.

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