3-The Switch

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I wanted to try a different writing style hope its liked. All feedback is positive and cant help me improve, so dont hold back tell me the truth. It's not a poem.
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The mirror.
My image.

The mirror told the story.
The truth inside.

A girl.
A mirror.

Gaze at the fractured image.
Eyes hooded with loathing.

Hands clenched.
Muscles tense ready for action.

The cracked mirror.
My cracked image.

Drip
Glistening red blood lay embedded in the hands of its beholder. A flurry of silver grey mirror shardes rained throughout the expanse.

The cracked mirror.
My cracked image.

Blood smeared.
Smile on face.

The mirror.
My image.

The mirror reappears.
A new image smiles.

The reflector.
Looks on in envy.

The reflector has snapped.

Nail sharpened.
The face is grotesquely pulled from the body. Blood splatters across the mirror as the now severed face is slammed on the mirror.

Bulging eyeballs coupled with a blood drenched face.

The mirror.
My image.

The reflection no longer copied it reflector.

My mirror.
My freed image.

It's bad its probably the worst I've ever wrote, but I wanted to try something new also I dont really care. All feed back can help me improve.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 14, 2020 ⏰

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