crystalline reflection
of a necklace's glimmer,
jagged in my eyes.
she glances back,
a strange assemblage of shapes
betraying nothing.

only a restless frame,
tectonically ever-shifting,
shedding tremors like violent laughter
parodying each still moment
just before.

fragments of glass
flung from the mirror
tesselate and scatter
as in a kalideoscope,
mirages of selves conjuring above them
and then symmetrically dispersing at once.

she, the girl, malevolently smiles,
as though she leads this dance.
as though in denial
for some reason
that she won't vanish too.