Cracked Ice


                                                                                  The frosty mirror cracks

                                                                                   like woven spider threads.

                                                                                   Splintered self

                                                                                   bound with


                                                                                   A single tear

                                                                                   forms and drops


                                                                                    across her aged walnut hand.

                                                                                    Kaleidoscopic images


                                                                                    like childhood picture books,

                                                                                    form and race

                                                                                    through her shattered mind.


                                                                                                                                                    Liz Cox 10/2/19

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