Poetry · Writing

gold and silver

a wall of mirrors

and i am invisible

raising my hands to the drapped ceiling

gold and silver

gods that saved me

but placed me here with no exit-

not a fun house or silly games

just a thousand me’s

that can’t be seen

sheen tipped arms

pressed against an isolated mirror

screaming for a handle;

taunted by gold

laughed by silver

a game

in their fun house

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