MIRROR
black glass keeps a copy of every exit you refused.
the first world was the showroom; this is the back room where the machinery sweats.
black glass keeps a copy of every exit you refused.
a cyan spark talks through gold teeth.
pawn-shop glamour, signed twice, paid never.
the luxury terminal admits it is haunted.
not wealth: a repair material for the afterlayer.
late-night confession captured by a scratched flip phone.
“I rebuilt reality with whatever shiny pieces survived.”
“I heard a room behind the room. It was wearing rhinestones and telling the truth.”
the second world opens only where the black lacquer cracked.