Poem -
The mirror's surface
The mirror’s surface moves and ripples
Two eyes for rocks
Each pupil triples and comes to a stop
And the illusion slowly rots
Hear the scratching of nails against glass
It tries to escape
Yet the mirror shows no cracks
Giving in to its ugly shape
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Comments
Really wonderful powerful write sad girl x