11 September 2008

Hiding in the mirror,
in a world i cannot see.
There's a refracted reflection,
the girl i ought to be...

A fixed and rendered image,
staring feircly at the wall.
The fourth dimension captured,
in speculum down the hall.

Hiding in the mirror,
where all parallels collide.
There's a version of my being,
who does not run or hide.