Catoptrics by Sophie Dobby
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Catoptrics
When I gaze into my optic mirror
the world loses focus, shapes blur
and people disappear one by one.
I see myself albeit briefly,
the reflection quickly darkening
over the looking glass.
The mirror is safeguarded
tightly locked away from my grasp,
I am forbidden to use it.
My self-perception is hidden amongst
the thick black strokes that frame the glass.
My optic mirror teases me so,
it gives more than just reflections,
it parades memories in my face
that bring a sting to my chest and
water to my cheeks
as the glass fades away.
If I stare too much
I will get lost amongst the flecks
of mahogany and umber that decorate
the seeing glass.
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