Image by Willgard Krause from Pixabay
I never see myself in the Lookingglass
I stare at the stranger standing before me
She beckons for me to follow her as she turns
And walks to the stairs inside the mirror
Disappearing through the door at the top of the steps
In fear, I back away from the Lookingglass
And run from the near-empty ballroom
I swear I won’t go back to look in the mirror
I swear to stay away from the ballroom
But it is always a lie, for I always go back
I always look in the mirror, and I always see the same thing
The stranger staring back at me
She beckons to me and turns
This time, I follow along behind her
Passing through the glass of the mirror
As if it was made of water, to never return
To my side of the Lookingglass again
Comments (4)
Alice, wait...!
Very thought provoking, well written.
I wonder if it's nice on the other side of the mirror. If it is, I wanna follow along. Hehehehe
Super surreal & loved it!!!💕❤️❤️