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Mirrors
I stare into the mirror
but nothing is staring back.
All there is, is a pair of dead eyes,
not so much as glancing back.
Is this what I’ve become?
Surely it is not.
It couldn’t be.
I watch as the girl in the mirror
picks up a brush,
and run it through her thin, dull hair;
as she clips a piece back;
as she applies her makeup…
This can’t be me.
Perhaps my reflection is confused.
Because that is certainly not me.
That is when I see you there.
In the mirror.
I turn to face you
but you’re gone.
And it’s then I begin to understand.
I look down to find the
carpet’s stained red.
Thick liquid dripping from the walls.
Back to face the mirror.
Now I see.
The ghost of you,
the ghost of me.
A sweet embrace.
One last kiss.
And…
Bang Bang
We fall.
I quickly turn.
Shaken by the scene.
And when I turned,
you caught me.
Caught me right before I fell.
And then…
Nothing.
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