Skewed endlessly against

Funhouse mirrors read like non fiction

cracked versions of external disguises


from sensory overloads
to lies told

A different person, in a different place

well tailored, 
immaculately groomed
Within her own perception
she is-

covering  all reflective surfaces

to turn within
again and again,
to spin

until sparkles regress into pavement

the minds eyes
watching wildly pushing towards fears
like a Cyclops vicious

until blinded