Reflections Of A Fractured Mirror Poem by mary ann

In the mirror's eye, the world distorts,
A grin that cuts like serrated thoughts,
Jagged truth, a bitter kiss,
Reality skewed in a devil's twist.

The sky, once blue, now bleeds like rust,
A rotting dawn, we learn to trust,
Eyes betray, what's real is warped,
In this maze of glass, we're tightly torqued.

Voices crawl from deep within,
Gutters of mind where dreams begin,
Promises etched in acid tones,
Burning flesh, they carve to bone.

Reach for truth, your hand will bleed,
Grasp the shards of endless need,
What's real, what's not—who gives a damn?
In this twisted glass, we're the scam.

Still we stare, compelled by fear,
In the cracked veneer, a face unclear,
Yet the truth is scarred, a blistered veil,
A twisted road where angels wail.

So we stagger on, in fractured dark,
A laugh that's lost its final spark,
Reality, a sick charade,
In a world where mirrors never fade.