Mirror ImageA Poem by tyson
I finally bought the mirror
that she had wanted for in my room and hung it on the wall. Now she’s not around, and I can’t bear to
look at it for fear of what might be looking back. I’m not scared of monsters,
I am scared of me, and I am much, much more frightening. © 2014 tyson |
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Added on December 17, 2013 Last Updated on July 25, 2014 Author
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