Shattered Reflections

In Broken Realities

By Vicki Lawana Trusselli Published about a year ago • 1 min read

Created From Dreams of Vicki

They stand before the broken glass,

A hundred fractured faces stare,

lost, yet believing.

The mist whispers, curling around their feet,

A promise of something just beyond sight.

Step forward, he says

It is not a fall, but a flight.

Not an abyss, but a kingdom.

Not lies, but truth shaped in the dark blue.

The first foot lifts, the second follows,

And the mirror screams in silence.

Each shard holds a different fate,

No one can see beyond their chosen sliver.

And when the leader turns away,

His footsteps are steady, untouched by his twisted belief.

The mist swirls, swallowing names.

A kingdom built on lies and deceptive echoes.

Written by

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

Trusselli Art

California

I am 76 year old California mythic storyteller blending lived truth, technology, and sovereign survival into multimedia art.

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