unsure of what she is

she peeks into her past

the mirror offers an image

that she knows won't last

memories and mistakes

haunt her now

the path she took

is vague somehow

she remembers not

how she arrived here

moments before

like a veil so sheer

her images clouded now

her tongue forked

her motions hesitant

her mind corked

she stands high above

wondering what's below

she spends her time peeking

into desolation row