Angelica Tao Poet Rhyme

Mirror

I have to get out of the mirror. 
I think there is a cure. 
I heard a sound from the other side. 
Reminding me of when I had died.
Reminding me of when the faces held still. 
Nothing was morphing as I relaxed on that hill. 

Why is it that I can see more than one?
I thought I had eaten the last cinnamon bun. 
There’s always one more. 
Of that treat I bought at the store. 

I think I live happily.
In this parallel universe that expands more everyday. 
I have to get out of the mirror. 
There is fear. 

I think those desserts on the counter aren’t real. 
I guess in this place, we can’t taste or feel. 

I think there is a cure- In time-
Slime. Lime. Climb. 

A game of rhyming becomes lost. 
When everyone else has double crossed. 
I think there is a sound. 
It’s just the background. 
It’s just part of the simulation or something. 
It’s as unreal as a dog on a swing.

I think I should get out of the mirror pretty soon. 
But what’s another noon?
Behind the harsh glass, I can cry.
Pry, and, try, and lie.

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