Reflections in a mirror

With silent words it yelled a lot...


Reflections in a mirror poem

In the mirror I saw my reflection: on Monday I saw it smirk at me; on Tuesday it talked at me with silent words; and Wednesday it yelled a lot. On Thursday it stared sullenly back at me and Friday, it wasn't there.

On Saturday there was a note to say "I'm gone for good you narcissist!" and Sunday... On Sunday I stood alone in the mirror waiting but Monday never returned.

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