I
She’s lost her centre again.
A broken mirror, she fragments out,
a galaxy throwing out its arms
unravelling stars from lips and hair
Feathering the air with light,
The whole world inside its dark broken heart.
II
The smashed mirror sent out a galaxy of glass,
reflecting your face from its broken mess.
My fingers are drawn towards the fractured
shards of your eyes, your lip’s sharpened edge.
No less beautiful fragmented.
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