Mirror(s) + (A)ttrition



You were a fun house, but oh how I dreaded you! I felt lost in the endless maze of your mirrors Because I saw the worst of me in you. I did not know who I was or where I was At any given point. You always led the way. Is this the way out? Thank god I caught my bearings and got the hell out when I did. Our unceremonious departure was a blessing. You and I may be immortalized together in printed words, And I may carry you like a battle scar, A wounded veteran of your attrition, But I no longer need to play the nice girl in front of the mirrors anymore. I couldn’t see through my reflection in you, But I can see enough now to know You are nothing without a subject to reflect.

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