A black mirror

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30/1/2017 A poem about alternate realities and fantasy

I open my eyes

and look into the mirror.

Who is it I see?

 

This person, thing, with the blue eyes...

eyes of glass,

this hollow, dark thing

with the bright smile

and flashing teeth.

 

I open my eyes

and look into the mirror.

Who is it I see?

 

Black-rimmed eyes

and fingernail-gouged cheeks.

Teeth sharpened to points,

a Joker's smile

larger than life...

vision blurring.

 

I open my eyes

and look into the mirror.

Who is it I see?

 

This man, a stranger in a suit.

prim and pressed,

neat and groomed.

Packaged, clean...

 

I cover him in vomit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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