Kyle Pridemore
The mirror insists it is honest.
Left becomes right.
Right becomes left.
Left becomes right.
Right becomes left.
It captures my face
but not the thunder behind it.
but not the thunder behind it.
The mirror says:
You are exactly this.
You are exactly this.
Glass does not hesitate.
It shows what is visible
and calls it truth.
It shows what is visible
and calls it truth.
But what about the quiet storm
under my ribs?
under my ribs?
The thoughts flickering
behind my eyes?
behind my eyes?
The mirror says:
This is what you look like.
This is what you look like.
Which one is real,
the one made of light,
or the one made of feeling?
the one made of light,
or the one made of feeling?
The mirror keeps its version.
I keep mine.
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