I see her reflection
Alongside mine
In a bowl of water, a looking-glass, a dirty puddle
Sometimes she looks like me
Others not
Sometimes she smiles sweetly
When she isn’t terrifying me
With her intense, unwavering glare
She’s always been with me
I know that
While she’s on the other side
Of the partition
I’m safe
But soon she will be here…
What then?
Written for: Weekend Writing Prompt #142 – Looking-glass | Word count: 64
Scary.
It prompted the thought, are we all destined to turn into our mothers? (I never met mine so it’s a voyage of discovery.)
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Suggesting an other-world visitation?
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This is a bit creepy!
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Ooohhh… this could be so many things!
Love it.
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Definitely getting a creepy vibe from this one! This is the point where I yell at the movie screen — No, don’t stay there! She’ll be here soon!
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Ooh, eerie.
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I’ve always wondered what I’d do if my reflection came alive and talked with me. I bet we’d fight.
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