extravagant
fell
run
of luck
snap zoom into my mighty, armored face crackling with energy
that lightning bolt facial
it isn’t just that I can see through walls
now
it’s that the walls explode elaborately
at the pressure
of my sight
now
everyone is getting up to serious villain shit
trying to catch at least one of my eyes
trying to catch a spectacular doom, I guess
sure,
there’s the occasional smartass holding up a mirror
I just blow those up, too
gruesome practical gore effects
folks pierced many times over with long, shiny splinters
reflective shrapnel
fell
into
a reverie
about why it let itself become a killer
I’m the True Cause
already fading
a generation of mirror shrapnel
caught in a hell of ever amplifying self-recrimination
I’m howling
not to be forgotten
I write a book length confession
no one fuckin’ reads
I buy a library
fill it with many volumes of confessions
it’s burned up by the sunlight
weaponized
by a century-long Mirror War
