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Monday, May 3, 2010

Through the Broken Mirror

I can see you looking out at me through the mirror, smiling at me with your perfect hair and straight teeth. But there's something in your eyes. That cautious glance; that untrusting gleam. I can see through your mask of sunshine. The face you wear each day. The one that's gonna get you through another day. I'm looking at you in the mirror. Please, just let me know you're okay.

2 comments:

Kay said...

love it, as always
seriously, you're fucking amazing
:]

Leona said...

Beautiful prose.
Really.

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