My entry for challenge number 14; “broken mirror” and “enemy”
There it is again.
I’m passing by,
its resonation draws my eye.
An enemy’s attraction.
Of course,
I try not to look,
hide it away,
this broken mirror,
its splinters of
reflection.
There it is again.
The urge to touch
and feel the edges raw and rough,
inviting laceration.
Of course,
I have a new mirror
in which to gaze,
and there to search
for some kind of
replication.
There it is again.
That fractured view
where you saw me and I saw you,
perfect in its deception
Of course,
it can’t be mended.
The scattered shards,
they can’t be found.
I’ll just tread on them
When I am least
expecting
it.
Your own reflection in a mirror sometimes deceives you..kind of like a disassociation from yourself..like ‘losing control’. A mirror can be likened to an evil eye..and when it’s broken/in pieces, you can’t really see anything..but you imagine that it can see you I guess..What does your reflection say to you from inside the glass? Does it know your secrets? Does it know how you really feel? An intriguing piece for Duff’s challenge Cafftee 
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