Relict (12/7)
The ring sits on the shelf
A knot of dust - worn band
The mirrors are tilted away from my face
All the tile in the bathroom is cold
It is a museum - reliquary
Some thumb sealed in glass
for three hundred years
Turning a light on is like taking a photo
Every surface will have red-eye
This is why fluorescent lights bother me. You worded it perfectly.
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