mirrors
Mirrors by Yvette Carbajal thur 6,17,09
Never satisfied with what you see when you look into this piece of glass. Your reflection holding your face with your hands. A nonexistant twin reach for the being as it reaches for you but impossible to touch.
You only see yourself as you look in the mirror. The clone of your every feature.
You shatter the glass your hand drips blood. As the small pieces fall to your feet. You look above only to see a reflection as it were a puzzle unsolved.
Portions of your face are missing you seem disguised. You turn to this only to hide the body have on the outside. You deprive the mirror you see your reflection no more.
You shatter the glass your hand drips blood. As the small pieces fall to your feet. You look above only to see a reflection as it were a puzzle unsolved.
Portions of your face are missing you seem disguised. You turn to this only to hide the body have on the outside. You deprive the mirror you see your reflection no more.
You walk out the door. Running into a mirror once more.
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