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tanagerMirror
Mirror-glass splinters
cut the floor.
No one in the room
anymore, but the ghost
of someone here before.
Dust alone stirs,
claiming even the webs,
pushed by winds through
the glassless window
or something else.
There are no spiders
and no blood here, but
hair strands and skin flakes,
unseen. Nothing's left
of what happened before,
but the ghost broke the mirror
to not see itself anymore.
Notes: Inspired by the prompt "question(s)" and the theme "incite" on this bingo card.
Mirror-glass splinters
cut the floor.
No one in the room
anymore, but the ghost
of someone here before.
Dust alone stirs,
claiming even the webs,
pushed by winds through
the glassless window
or something else.
There are no spiders
and no blood here, but
hair strands and skin flakes,
unseen. Nothing's left
of what happened before,
but the ghost broke the mirror
to not see itself anymore.
Notes: Inspired by the prompt "question(s)" and the theme "incite" on this bingo card.
