I Was Not the Reflection I Saw
A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
Poised to be somewhere lost, within the mirror’s call,
A spectrum of failed reflections, I never stood at all.
I struggle over plains of life, multiplied by mind,
Fragmented across the edges, of time and space combined.
We are more yet less and none, a paradox unspun,
I saw a fairytale fractured, my image come undone.
A shield of my own skin, that wore my human face,
A self-made piece of flesh and sin, stitched to fill the space.
Grotesque the wetness slipped and crawled, from deep within my chest,
Forming malice meant to be, a kindness dispossessed.
We give, we ask, we sell our proof, in photos that we take,
To show the world we’re lost yet found, a mirror of the same mistake.
💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.
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Written by Matthew Tonks
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