The tear errs and drops off
to the mirror stamped on
by the hastening feet
from yore- far and near.
The mirror gets ruptured
with the heft of the tiny world-
oval and embedded- in the tear.
The cracking echo keeps mum.
It dives into the eyes’ dried blue
as shot sharp by the mirror down.
Lightning, comet-like, breaks it apart
proving it a glassy fragile unicorn.
The mirror is cracked-
the borders bisect the self.
The tear is broken-
My heart slips down through the valves.
The unicorn is frozen-
as to live the rest of its death.