Shop Glass

by clippedtrust · 23/03/2026
Published 23/03/2026 10:24

Plate glass,

a dusty sheen.

Her plastic smile.

My face, lean, between.


Not mine.

For a second, not known.

A double exposure,

a silent groan.


Her fixed stare.

My hurried glance.

A flicker of something

I didn't want.


The street moved on.

The light, hard, cold.

A self, half-seen,

a story, half-told.

#ephemerality #identity #loneliness #self reflection #urban alienation

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