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View From Above
We laughed at first until we understood it was serious
We framed and reflected when we wanted to block the image of her
She laid on the floor until finally a puddle was around her
Dry of tears
She laughed trying to find comfort written somewhere on the back or her head
She always locked the door
She always tried to lift the counter
She always cringed at the sight of herself
So
She laid on the floor hoping for nothing but a ceiling
That is where we stepped in
She stared at us with disbelief
If she could reach us
She would have cracked us
Punched us
It might have been good for her
She couldn't punch the mirror
But many kids break windows
Right?
With innocent mistakes such as a baseball losing grip from their precious little hands
In force
She used to like us
Until we started laughing
She knew we realized now
She hated us more
Getting pity and attention
She hated seeing a green monster
She hated a reflection
That's why she fell on the floor
To get away from the monster
Sadly
We do feel pity for her
We have seen her scream at herself
Now we are seeing her spread-eagle on the floor trying to show nothing
She was embarrassed
She blamed the mirror but the mirror had nothing to do with it
It was not embarrassing for us to see her potty dance
But now she wanted to hide
She was hiding
The door was locked
She was making no noise
We saw her
We laughed until we understood it was serious

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