subtext

You move through mirrors;

your reflections’ shards glisten

red visions through your eyes.

You parse bits of time, and

the air undulates in waves

shredding skin past bone.

At aperture’s erasure,

a facet forms as in a fly’s

eye’s shattered dreams,

and you fall between

fragments and trellised

roses’ sharper thorns:

less who you were,

until what you became.