April 13th challenge
Found untreated. Won't say where.
Suffice to say the author, treated though he was, wasn't there.
A quest begins...
In the funhouse hall of mirrors
Dead end passage to the left
Of the egress to the light
Is a special little mirror,
Canvas covered and bereft
Of visitors
Shattered mirror full of spite
Wanting is a better word
Gaze upon it at your peril
Cleaving truth to vision tight
With a touch of the absurd
Inseparable
Bindings canvas far from sterile
Dust and filth and dried ichor
Once removed the shattered glass scene
doesn't make alot of sense
'Til Shard's caress and then it tastes yours
Sudden focus
Pure reflection in the mirror
Truely awful to behold
All your lies, real and imagined
Imperfections in your soul
Visage layers with conviction
Voices begin
...Do not follow.
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