Shadows and Wine
Wednesday Prose Poem: Talk to Yourself
I’m the ventriloquist. My voice inhabits reflective devices. Through the bathroom mirror, it says “Hey that serum has brightened your skin!”
“Thank you, I most agree,” I chirp.
“And look at you! Up at six to hit the gym! Get rid of that belly!” the mirror exclaims. It fist pumps. I brush my teeth.