kitty the naughty poet

Mirror dimension

My right arm reaches through the mirror

        trying to grasp my creative essence

 

I reach with my left

        but its stuck between worlds

 

as my essence sits on the floor

        curled in a ball

 

weeping into white draped knees

        unable to look anywhere

 

through tired eyes

        staring into the abyss

 

broken within the mirror dimension

      lost to the shadows of reality