Wilderness of Mirrors

In the wilderness of mirrors, light unravels, names forget themselves, ghosts slither between shards. her maundering gaze ~ branches bleeding black~ finds the noir stitched in afterimages. every reflection a fracture, fault lines singing under her skin. she enters her body ~ narrow , widening, monochroming ~ a hush, a hurricane. we cradle broken glass, drink the mirage, offer our hearts to the hollow. a crack, a glimmer ~ something bright leaks through. in the wilderness of mirrors, we are stitched into myth, breathing silver and smoke. our names fall away like old skin, and what is left~ shines without needing to be whole. and we vanish, soft as light.