Looking in the mirror
I can't help but stare
At an unfamiliar face
With the same hair.
She looks back at me
Eyes puffy and red
All I could see
Was her arm as she bled.
The sink was stained
With the thoughts of her peers
And when I looked back up
She disappeared.
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Sleepless Night Short Stories
PoetryI like writing, but I lack a lot of time to do it. So here are just some short stories..
