Mirror, Mirror on my Wall
Irene Hao There it was: the mirror that haunts my dreams So silver and smooth just like paint. It gleams Chokes with the artificial smell of pigment Begging to be broken, but when I struck, no dent It was a parasite. And not even sleeping pills Could bring me to paradise, can’t see or stay still Wasn’t paralyzed, just terrified. Over and over The only truth: the glass grows clearer as I grow older Then one day, the mirror approached so near I saw a mirage, so crystal clear I saw what is was and cried so many tears Tears so silver and smooth, and a smell I couldn’t bear And so I became part of the thing that haunted my sleep, Parted this world, walked alongside the figure In silver, not black, the figure who reaps
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