August 7, 2008
By Catherine Doyle, Tulsa, OK

i see her staring back at me
who is she?
this can not be me
yet i feel what she feels,
but do i see what she sees?
i’m not looking in the mirror,
but a cruel joke of a reflection
the anxious thoughts rushing past
slipping away
reflection possesing me
purging me of the person who once stood there
a feeling of control in an uncontrolable state of mind
and for what?
the reflection returns to its watery doom
taking reason and logic with her

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