You are bound tightly by mirrors
Gazing at yourself through refracted light
Every flaw magnified infinitely
Every hurt reflected back
slashing
slashing
slashing
you into fragile glass: you
naked Royal Doulton figurine
bare
broken
morose multiplicity in a million pieces of silver.
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I want this to have a hopeful spin, but perhaps that will be part two tomorrow? It feels complete in thought, so I’ll stop.
Shawn L. Bird 
Hauntingly beautiful
Thanks, Cassie.
The mirror as straitjacket is a fascinating concept.
Thanks.
I needed a metaphor to capture the navel gazing absorption that such sensitivity to others’ words (or tiny, inconsequential personal ‘flaws’) causes. When it came to me, I was quite happy! It seemed to suit on several levels.
You put in to words what far too many experience. Your poetry truly reaches in to your readers’ hearts you know. There are a lot of good poets but you are among the very best!
Thanks, Kevin. That’s kind of you to say.
Actually, I find the ending hopeful as is. We can be a reflection even in our brokenness
We are always a reflection of something, but I would like the view to grow and go beyond. Perhaps I’ll play with that tomorrow.
Please Mrs. Bird no more of that slashing….
But sometimes, the poem requires it.
yeah, you would know teach…
Knowing when to stop is the hardest part, I think.
Yesm, dragging things out minimizes the power of what is there
wow. beautiful words
Thank you
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