Crow + Mirror

Still feeling real sick.
Got another round of antibiotics.
Hopefully this does the trick.
Here’s a very short piece:

And when you touched my soul, it burst,
a thousand shards of shadow.
And here, fragmented, scattered, curst—
there's me in every crow.
Trapped by the polished sphere of glass
dancing reflections no one sees,
I know the time must come to pass.
This mirror's shattering now frees.

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