Reflection
A confrontation
Published in
Mar 28, 2023
A wicked frown,
Waiting outside,
Close the curtain shut,
I can see myself through the shattered glass.
It is the face I see in the pool of silver,
It is the countenance on the wall,
It is the dark silhouette every child sees,
Before they fall asleep at the night.
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