There she is
On the other side
Looking at me
No smile lighting her face
Hard stare almost defiant
Limp grey hair
Screaming her frustration
But I can’t hear her
Daring me to free her
From the flat world
That holds her captive
She haunts me
Across the house
From mirror to mirror
I’ll smash them all
To be freed from her.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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