Mirror Image

The mirror was old,

not antique

just old.

Perhaps that was the reason

it didn’t seem quite right,

didn’t seem to reflect

me as I expected.

I looked harder.

I could see my surroundings

reflected as I thought they were,

the curtains and the colours,

the lamp standing naked

all present and correct.

But I wasn’t there.

I am here.

I know I am

and I’m looking

into the old mirror

where I should see myself


but I can’t.

I think it has swallowed me,

body and soul.



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