Shadows and Wine

Wednesday Prose Poem: Talk to Yourself

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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.