Miria
A mirror
Is a harrowing thing
And I hid from them
For years,
Flinching back
From the memories of monsters
Peering around the jamb
Of duplicated doors,
Hungry for thought.
I am
No longer
An extracted reflection
But changed:
At last
I saw me
Instead
Of you
And I am not afraid.
( I actually wanna explain the literary reference here. Not the Feri mythology bit, that can just sit. )
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