Optical Illusions

Her body, in the mirror

Looks whole

Prison trimmed and toned

Incongruously strong and lean

Impossibly healthy, even

Her eyes must then be flawed

Vision warped and faulty

Since corpus long since

Dissolved

Into a quivering gelatinous blob

Of mutinous fear-scented goo

Held together with tenuous hope

Protective waist-wrapped arm

And quavering, oft-held breath

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