She Falls back

to age nine: memory
folds
into dressing room
duels, mirrors 
facing off-
a high noon moment
though closer 
to 11am.
 
she drowned 
in those lakes
spread floor 
to ceiling,
front and back-
 
a lie displayed
in infinite 
extensions of him.
 
each frame 
blurred
as she waded
past tears,
 
trying
to swim deeper-
toward something.
 
anything.
 
just one 
panel of truth
to be free
for a moment
under glass.
 
at peace.