Sinking into a mirror,
leaving scars on its surface,
I see the world change
at every move of my face.
Walking on its cold structure,
captured in a fractureleaving scars on its surface,
I see the world change
at every move of my face.
Walking on its cold structure,
turning a white marble sculpture
knowing not,
what has become of me.
© Diana Mistera 2009
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