ghoulish + prepare + surprise

there's a new mirror on the wall. when i look, it has a ghoulish reflection in the glass, past me. the image appears stuck.   i bought it from an antique shop. the owner was glad to see it go. she took my money and said nothing about surprises.   i was not prepared for mischief… Continue reading ghoulish + prepare + surprise


NaPoWriMo 27 (mask)

elastic loose around a wrist; elaborate depiction still in progress. every brushstroke bleeds into another. the depiction hardens, colder now - utterly, heartbreakingly flawless. apply it like a crown - assume nobility, play at ice. (break the mold) destroy the blueprint; this time around we are each other. give me an identity not my own… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 27 (mask)

sworn to secrecy (240)

she appears whenever i walk into a room. there's certain criteria of course; the main one is that there needs to be a mirror. it doesn't matter if there isn't a mirror though, a compact will do just fine, (i shattered every compact i had when i found this out) and i've since learned she isn't fussy… Continue reading sworn to secrecy (240)

Poetry 101 Rehab: Reflection

shattered mirror, shadowed, does not yield a true image. splinters of glass thread my reflection with cracks glittering in the facade. (too many cracks, too little glue) sometimes the broken mirror shows something that doesn't look quite real. sometimes i look at my reflection and wonder "am i real?"


The mirror is crafted of a smoky glass that gives me a new pallor, manipulates my hair colour and warps my clothes. I don't recognize myself right now. I step away, to the normal clear mirror. Too late, my mind has been tricked, the mirrors lying. I don't recognize myself.


liner, shadow, mascara.painstakingly applied,darkening and contouringshielding the windows to the soul.lip gloss, tint, balm.smudged and smooth,sleek and clean.imagine all i could say.views are distorted.quick glances,one eye closed and a tiny mirror.i never see properly.generally avoiding mirrors.fascinating today,these shadows and lines.i think i see what you see.

Mirror, Mirror

Damn you. Just because I don’t want to follow the herd doesn’t mean I want to lead a pack of my own, not that you appear to have realized this. It’s lashing with rain as I unpack the new supplies and set them up in my newly-christened “studio”, a blank room with an easel and… Continue reading Mirror, Mirror


"My double," he breathes in awe. He stares at the image. It is him, precisely. He kneels, staring hungrily. The double does not speak, but he smiles back, mimicking movements. He leans forward, progressively closer. It is the Siren song, he falls in drowning, and blue flowers appear. She stares at her double. The glass… Continue reading Vanity