Wicked Reflection

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How many minutes,hours or days
does she look in the mirror?

Time stands still as she amuses
herself with that wicked reflection

Rising weight,plain expression
her lips moving in vain
People tell her;
people laugh

What a wicked reflection!

Dark surroundings
short of breath
they all stare
they all wept

All around her
they all stare
at that girl
with the wicked glare

Even as she combs her hair
her eyes close with despair

What is pretty?
What is sweet

No one knows
about that wicked stare

inner turmoil
sharp blade knife
red black splatters
on that mirror

She is pretty
she is sweet

She is dead
on that floor

the reflection amongst the mirror

Her very own wicked reflection

Till death do they part





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