In The Reflection Poem by Sarah Liz Bowman

I bought the old mirror at an antques fair
The frame was chipped but no worse for ware
But somthings not right- you see
The girl in the reflection isn't me
She has long dark hair and sickly pale skin
But it is her milky eyes that draw you in
She hardly moves just stands and stares
No mater what she is always there

No one else can see her -only me
Every night she begs to be set free
I ignore her the best I can
Day by day I come up with a plan
This has to stop I can't do this any more
I make my way to the door
I enter the room it's unnaturally cold
I stalk to the mirror knowing what I will behold

She is there just the same
The glass keeping her tame
I've done my research- She can never be free
This dark witch won't get the better of me
She was cursed into the glass for her wicked ways
Under my watch that is where she will stay
Locked away so no one will se her reflecrion
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