House of mirrors

She woke up in a house of mirrors
reflected all around
unable to distinguish
genuine from sham
rushing one to the next
touching cold
reality blurred
confused, frightened
spinning, out of control
slamming into herself
collapsing, bruised, battered, broken
and alone

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