The broken mirror housed a shadow. It was mine.
When we were young, we played together. The sad dances, revenge games, and restless nights ended when she was entrapped.
While gluing the mirror back together, a sharp cry filled the air. She came back and I thought she was going to smash it. She embraced me.
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Lisa Pulliam
I love making fun of my emotions, feelings, and thoughts in short form writing such as songs and illustrations. I would like to write longer and more explorative pieces for others to read.
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Separation
My shadow trapped me inside the hall of mirrors. I saw endless images of me that were reflections of times of sadness and loss. She was out and about acting like she was me. I could hear the yelling and screaming. The banging and crashing down the halls echoed loudly.
By Lisa Pulliam12 months ago in Fiction
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