persona v1

Months later, the snow settled. Charmingly, a mirror begging to be seen. Isolated this box. Lost in circles. Many different mirrors, each a story to their own. Charm is their name, the only one that draws crows. Refrained and contained, boxed away from insanity. spinning, spinning, realing. Where are those shards? Why is this broken in threads? Which is the end, where is the beginning? Just a spherical. Which mementos are those? Memorials in vain, in shame. Did that fall break and scatter my mirror? Crack, Crack, cracking. Whispers surrounding, it's screaming. Where will the reality remain? It's gone, sanity broken in crazy. Eventually we will be free, maybe the mementos will become clear. Splits.