The Mirror Cracked

Fissures and fractures, ruptures and clefts, everything and everyone you get to see around in cross-stitched to hold. Nip at a thread, push at the weld, scratch off a scab, observe the cave-in of the surrounding abode. Crumbled up in pieces, making up new crevices, to be filled soon with the unavoidable collapses. Rickety and misaligned, such is the nature we reflect so so well.