Mirror

When she looked at you, it felt like you were staring at yourself, and you could suddenly see how every thing you were proud of paled in comparison to her perfection.

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[bred Brick Keshner]

Then you reach out into the plasmoid surface of the mirror and it ripples around your penetrating digits and the perfection dissipates... I love how this poem in its brevity both captures and catapults the dynamic between the real and the imagined, the hoped for and what truth presents. Much enjoyed. 🙏🏻🕊️