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Mirror Mirror
by
Frank Blacharczyk
She sat at the end of my bed
We talked we laughed normally
A casual conversation sprinkled with laughter
uncertain if she was now my friend
I ran up the stairs looked into the mirror
It was me it wasn’t me
I ran down the stairs expecting to see nothing
She was waiting for me
Sitting at the foot of my bed
I lay down looked around the scene was unfamiliar
The spot light was on us
And the background staged
Unexpected words comforted me
As I stared in disbelief
I ran up the stairs and looked into the mirror
It wasn’t me it was me
I ran down the stairs hid under the covers
And looked to see if she was still there
She spoke to me expecting me as if I never left
Carrying on as if there was a commercial break
She never moved and on cue
She spoke to me like we were friends
She laughed and spoke like our past was normal
The audience was silent and pretended not to be there
Their participation was getting popcorn and drinks
It was her it wasn’t her
And again I looked to the mirror for answers
It was me it wasn’t me
I ran down the stairs to see her waiting
I wanted this to be real a happy ending
being caught in a smoky black and white
I began swimming for the nearest exit
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