Stories tagged “Mirrors”
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The Old Lady
Sharp, shiny pieces and a Shivering Smashing sound. My pretty wet face wrinkled on the floor. Who sees it but me, what was before. Segments of beauty, drowning in itself. Melted by the unseeing eye. —Lynna Waters
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Seeing
Sometimes I cast myself to wonder Of how the world could be If mirrors mattered not to us And we could really see