who is this that attempts to break my mirror?
maybe the stars left for the sea.
maybe the smoke that covered my hometown came looking for better job opportunities.
maybe the sun started blinking because it couldn't pay the bills.
the many distortions of what we once called sky made it a roof.
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who is this that attempts to break my mirror?
my name is manka. "chronic storyteller", they call me.
maybe the abandoned streets just needed a break.
maybe the buildings wanted to lie down.
like someone who's been standing too long and wishes for no more than to drop dead.
* * *
who is this that attempts to break my mirror?
maybe mankind is done writing.
but i'm not.