The Mirror

The mirror
Is inky black
Clouds of dust
Float around
Like fumes
From cigarets
She reaches
To touch it
The image
And all is clear
For a second
And for
Just a moment
She can see
That she is..
That she might be...


But, then
She blinks
And the clouds
are back
Grey and puffy


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haley101 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 27, 2013 at 8:00 am
amazing. i can really connect, to be honest. and i really like what you did: you only put a few words on each line  
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