Mirror, Mirror

You’re just like me aren’t you?

What do you mean?

When I breath, you breath. When I walk, you walk. When I die… well, so do you.

Don’t speak to me like I’m the stupid one!

Don’t be stupid then.

I’m leaving!

No! Don’t go, you know that I can only walk as far as this glass stretches

Well, you’re lucky that I have no where else to go.

You’re lucky that I even take the time to talk to you.

What do you know! You’re just a reflection!

She reaches out to the stained glass and touches it, her reflection does the same but it smirks like it knows that she is trapped within it’s icy clutches.

You know I hate it when you yell at me.

Her reflection balled it’s fists and she had no choice but to do the same.

Am I…

Are you… what? What are WE?

I am… insane

No! We are not insane!

A storm began to brew outside the tiny room with only one mirror and a small tatty bed. The girl whimpered and her reflection slapped her.

I’m sorry. We’re… friends, right?
The girl looked down but her reflection forced her eyes back up with searing pain. She was losing control. Her reflection laughed and shoved her back a few steps as lighting flashed outside. Her reflection was realising it’s power over her.

Are we friends?

Her reflection reached out of the mirror, real flesh and soon real eyes and hair emerged from the mirror. The girl screamed as the reflection stepped out of it’s prison cell and walked forward.

Y… yes, we are… friends

Good
The reflection grabbed the girl by the shoulders and pushed her towards the mirror.

But, we’re suppoused to be friends!

The reflection laughed and gave one last shove, finally sealing the girl inside the mirror, taking her own reflections place.

Best friends forever and ever and ever and ever…

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I always make poems and stories up in my head even when I’m at parties or on a public bus, so when inspiration comes I pull out my notebook and pen that are practically glued to me and begin writing.

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  • sandra .
    sandra .over 3 years ago

    This is twisted and …wonderful, I love the reflection that this poem gives
    Sandra :)

  • Thank you :)

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