Un-mything

Woman's fragmented reflection in a shattered mirror with spiderweb cracks

opinionated missiles
strike the mirror hard
crack it open
to un-myth
lies

there’s no hidden enemy
-a bunch of mercurial stories
I was told about myself
stare back

I just cross over
Invisible thresholds
to find myself
and there’s no turning back
ever after


Quadrille #250 – Mything Poems

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