She leads him
To the mirror pool
Where she tells him to dip his hands and drink.
She doesn’t say when to stop,
And so he continues, draining the pool.
In his belly, the shards of the mirror form, and
He sees not the blood from the wound in his middle,
But the faces of his children as they play,
Oblivious, in the fields below.
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