She broke the mirror.
With a bone
she found
in the heart of a man
who wore death
like a top hat and tails
for dinner.
But still she failed.
To create a seam
dark enough
to match
her shape
to the depths of night.
editors note:
After awhile, we know what we expect to match in the glass. If no match, then top hat or no, the glass is flawed. What’s seven years in forever, anyway? – mh