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.
About the Creator
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.