She cuts her eyes to the looking glass.
The girl stares back—
the changeling in utero remains unseen:
a petrified baby girl
with her snatch of hair and single tooth—
so wee and still in her fetal state.
The unknown lithopedion calcifies
into intricate stonework.
Mirror Girl is the mummy of the mummified,
a living coffin,
a closed casket.
The lub-dubs of Mirror Girl’s heart bleat a lullaby
for this lambkin in limbo,
her ribcage a home for the little bird
without voice or personhood.
Her womb is a tomb,
from which no thing will rise
nor rapidly form.
*a lithopedion is rare, medical phenomenon in which an unborn child dies during gestation, and calcifies within the mother’s body.