Mirror Mirror

She pulled back my eyelids
In an attempt to see my soul

Carefully placing in me
Imaginations and illuminations
mythologies and astro-philosophies
Of perfection
Her timid tongue prepared new words
Her feeble legs danced a strange and unfamiliar dance

She desperately wanted to see
Desperately wanted to believe
Praying for me to become
An unadulterated manifestation of secret cravings and ravished dreams
She placed the world at my feet
And blew a wish for possession

Little did she understand that what she had found
Was the ultimate realization of her greatest desires
And darkest nightmares
Further denial proved too fatal for contemplation

A creature so delicately flawed and incomplete
She lifted her face to the mirror only to see
A perfect reflection
Of herself

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}astro{->mytho<-losophy said…
the reflection stretches out into infinity, folding in on itself, absorbing its own energy like black holes facing each other
1:59 AM
Eb the Celeb said…
***snap snap***
3:48 PM
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