the mirror

poem thirteen

a mirror always tells the truth they say
i can’t help but feel that’s true
the room is still, the dust is settled
i stare at the mirror
the mirror stared back
my own eyes are mocking, my face a sneer
the iris turns to red and as her head tilts
the mirror is always staring
even when i leave the room
she’s there when i am not
always watching
sometimes her skin distorts to a sickly yellow green
when i stare back at her
sometimes, she pretends she never stares at all
a mirror always tells the truth they say
i can’t help but feel that’s true
i am all that my mirror shows
nothing more

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