Pocket Poem- Mirror




The mirror shattered, sans a grudge
In the ragged rifts ‘n serrated smudge
Were the echoes of threadbare dreams
The reverberation of bitter unspoken screams




I wrote this micro verse for a prompt-based contest. The prompt was to weave a verse around ‘mirror.’ This verse was chosen as one of the winners.

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