Check across the mirrors
to see
if everything is working alright;
the eerie sense of reflection of one object
should not
freak out the reflection of other,
smoke dust silhouettes of rusted operas
should not interfere with the
current lineup of objects.
Facade should
seem like a shadow dance artist
lip syncing
brave new passages.
The mirror should
invent its own
antithesis of toxic faces,
prim proper charismatic ghosts of our times
bleeding into the fantasies of the mirror.
Cover the mirror with a solid hand
and in the glasshouse
all will be fun...
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Arpan Das
Arpan is a Travel Blogger and a Professional Freelance Writer.
The Golden Valley
The difference between light and dark could be as quick and simple as a flip of a switch, the drawing of a curtain, the opening of one’s eyes. It could be more gradual like the slow adjustment of the diaphragm on a microscope, the turn of a planet on its axis, the growing light as you approach the end of a tunnel. A flicker in the dark, a steady glow in the distance, a flash in the night sky.
By Alyssa Nicole6 days ago in Fiction
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