the glass shatters falling down effortlessly
as if it was always meant to be wrecked
to form ambiguous fragments
of a million tawny blue eyes
blinking under the April sun
she covers these eyes by walking across the room
scrunching and smudging
the colours of blood orange red
with dust particles of a broken
golden sunlight
beneath her
a settled chaos in a perfect alignment
shiny little pieces imitating her skin
embracing her face
oh so precious!
a Vermeer painting
a static beauty captured within a moment
only her mirror remembers
before they both
wrecked each other
REDBIRD WRITER 
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