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I woke up to my own face, What was happening? Then I felt heat and heard a pinging sound, like a ball bouncing against glass... Then I realized the bathroom mirror, Old and stained, Was taunting me... Ready to scratch...
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
Illusion
I woke up to my own face, What was happening? Then I felt heat and heard a pinging sound, like a ball bouncing against glass... Then I realized the bathroom mirror, Old and stained, Was taunting me... Ready to scratch...
From a wise sub who taught me a better meaning of poetry while I was in the hospital.
#mirror#scratch#ball#hear#fear
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20/F/Somewhere at Sea
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
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