Her Mirror

Eyes rest on the mirror.
A glimpse requires an adjustment,
A tweak to the thoughts;
An alteration to character.
Slowly the impression takes shape.
An image molded over time,
A mask delicately fixed in place;
A role develops into reality.
Soon time has slipped away.
A thought comes rushing in,
A desire to remove the mask;
A need for its fracture.
Reality cannot be reversed.
A truth dictated in pain,
A point clear in the reflection;
A facade now the only thing staring back.
Fragility emphasized as the pane shatters.
A persona lost,
A pathetic excuse is smashed;
A terrible reality is left looming,
No substance lies beyond vanity.





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