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from the mirror.
write from the perspective of your mirror. what it sees, inside and out. what does your reflection think of you? how do they see you?
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barla

Warped Reflections...or are they?

There she is. I really didn’t think she would look so...misshapen. It’s almost appaling how all her curves are in the wrong spots, wonky and out of place. Her stomach protrudes more than her breasts, or rather more than her right breast. They are terribly uneven, as is the rest of her. Asymmetrical. Her smile, her hips, and even her eyebrows have a certain warped distinction. Maybe I’m being too critical of her, I doubt she even sees all of these flaws on her person.

The look in her eyes says otherwise, along with that downward twist dancing on her lips, she knows very well of her appearance. She is too critical of herself, the poor thing. Regardless of what she may see and what I see as I stare back at her, she isn’t too bad. Her eyes hold a sparkle of hope...I have no idea what for because she is still a horrendous mess. I know you just woke up but quit blankly staring and comb that bird’s nest down! She is definitely a piece of work but the final product will always be exactly what it needs to be. It works out. She can be pretty, too.

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from the mirror.
write from the perspective of your mirror. what it sees, inside and out. what does your reflection think of you? how do they see you?
gilly

From the mirror

From the mirror

My shattered image

Patched the cracks in my soul

I saw my shadow vague

On the sins of my life

And all i knew was

Life is only seen

In reflections of a mirror-

©gilly20210811

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from the mirror.
write from the perspective of your mirror. what it sees, inside and out. what does your reflection think of you? how do they see you?
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HRR

Look in the mirror

When I read what you write to her

I can feel remnants

of this afternoon’s lunch

trying to make its way out

the same way it came

Don’t kid yourself though

I’m not green with envy

This nausea rises

from the pit of my stomach

where I myself swallowed

your honey-laden arsenic years ago.

The kind of twisting one might feel whilst watching a torturer tap wooden shivs under his victim’s finger nails

Only I’m watching from behind a one-way mirror that I can’t break.

When she finally does look for your reflection

She won’t see one

because vampires don’t have reflections

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from the mirror.
write from the perspective of your mirror. what it sees, inside and out. what does your reflection think of you? how do they see you?
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TW

same old goofball

it spies a goofball

messy mop of curls

slight grey - sshh

dimpled smile

glasses hiding cute eyes

accenting chubby cheeks

over a healthy curvy body

one with the hint of

abs

above a happy peasant gut

and pasty white nerd skin

unshaven

but sans acne now

with a few tattoos

scattered here or there

(never enough)

and

while I could spin closer

focus on bits of flab

or scars

or poor posture

or a chunky pitbull kinda head

that I wonder how

anyone

could love after all these years

(don't think about it)

instead I just focus on

"Hey - did I remember to put pants on today?"

and then remind myself

eh

beauty's for queens

curves are for comfort

and my smile

lights this mother fucker up

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from the mirror.
write from the perspective of your mirror. what it sees, inside and out. what does your reflection think of you? how do they see you?
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VanillaVicky

Panic and Fear. Fear and Panic

The bathroom floor freezes with the granite sparkling from being freshly washed. My hands rub the floor, shiny and fresh. I don’t dare look up from the random flooring. My eyes stay glued to the solid ground, jumping from one orange spot to another as an attempt to calm myself. Despite my blurred vision the orange dots stand out. My heart slows but only for a few short moments. I want to look up, stare myself down in the mirror and not let go of my own stare. Force this panic back down into the depths it crawled out of. Force my ribs to let go of my lungs and let them breath. I don’t do that though. I never can. I want the courage to do so, I want to be flooded with relief when I look in any mirror, however, I never am. Only fear comes from mirrors. Fear and panic.

I have had like two panic attacks in my life, but I find them very fun to write.

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from the mirror.
write from the perspective of your mirror. what it sees, inside and out. what does your reflection think of you? how do they see you?
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Rhyme-Times
Chapter 18 of 25
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Huckleberry_Hoo

A Guilded View

Hung from a jail of wire and nail I long for her to see,

the sweet confection that is her reflection

hidden inside of me.

But instead she flashes, right past she dashes, always on the run;

with manic insanity, no time for vanity

leaving me broken, and shunned.

Neverminding loneliness, never finding comeliness, crucified, and alone,

with views unchanged, and frames deranged

I longed for a face of my own.

Until one day, to my dismay, she flew past once again;

just to open the door, and rock my world

when she let in the Amazon man.

The box he brought, a gift she’d bought, herself reflected in me;

filling my view, when she hung it and screwed

it uptight with a golden key.

For there on the wall, right across the hall, she’s put up a cuckoo clock,

whose handsome face in it’s walnut case

ceaselessly ticks and tocks.

With nothing to gain, this clock entertains me, twenty-four and seven.

It‘s rocking and rolling, it’s tocking and tolling,

turned this hell-of-a-hallway to heaven.

Never now boring, the minutes affording, the hours the time to make days,

with springs a-worming, and gears a-turning;

a salve to my unflinching gaze.

Time now is cheap as this gaudy timepiece, whistles, whiles and works.

It’s pendulum swaying, it’s pennants waving

as the birdie twirls and twerks.

And I’d love to believe that what the clock sees in return is my guilded pelf,

my golden frame, my shining mane,

but the shame is...

it’s seeing itself.

Challenge
from the mirror.
write from the perspective of your mirror. what it sees, inside and out. what does your reflection think of you? how do they see you?
camoako

Mirror

I wish she could see. She thinks that she can, but compared to what I am privileged to, she’s blind. A beauty that can not properly be defined by the words in any understood language. A beauty that defies any of society’s molds or expectations. She holds such a dear position in my heart, and she doesn’t even know it. Her only flaw is her tendency to speak for me. She can’t see what I see, she doesn’t know what I know. She’s not qualified to judge herself on what she thinks I show. Deeper than the surface, there are layers to her I pray she soon discovers. Her beauty isn’t skin deep it’s intricate and bewitching. I wish she could see.

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from the mirror.
write from the perspective of your mirror. what it sees, inside and out. what does your reflection think of you? how do they see you?
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AttyChar88

Shattered Reality

Check, double check, triple check, but what do they expect?

They come to me and see, but they are not willing to accept.

I show the truth but people will see what they want to see.

I reflect, but they project, sticking all of their insecurities on surrounding shelves.

Continue to perceive but never working on themselves.

If I am an extension of them, with no body all my own.

I hope to destroy with stone, this glass, like shattered bone.

Challenge
from the mirror.
write from the perspective of your mirror. what it sees, inside and out. what does your reflection think of you? how do they see you?
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Beckily

The Imposter

So you think you’re smart, huh?

Every time you look into me, at yourself, you seem confident, huh?

Do you notice that your eyes aren’t even level and they’re not the same size?

What about your eyebrows? They are not symmetrical, you know. But I guess you can cover that up with some make-up.

And your nose. Oh God, there’s a big scar on your nose. I mean, you must be pretty proud of your nose huh? It’s kinda tall and slim, standing straight. But that scar, man, there’s just no way to cover it up. You just had to pop that pimple in high school, didn’t you?

Your mouth, well your mouth is fine. Right now rouge is trendy and your thick lips are good for that color. But man, did you notice your lips are also asymmetrical on the two sides? Like, it makes you look like you constantly have this evil grin, at least from my perspective. I don’t know if people notice it when they look at you, but when you look into me, I sure do notice. And when you put on rouge lipstick but not carefully draw the lipline, I can see it quite obviously.

Now, I know people always compliment your dimples. “Oh how cute” they say. Funny! You realize the left one is deeper than the right one? The only thing that people ever complimented about on your face and it’s just, how do I put it, horrendous.

Do I still need to go on? We’ve only talked about your face, not even your hair! You see, I just do NOT understand why you think you can put on a confident face when you look at me. You. Are. Flawed. You’re not beautiful. He probably doesn’t think you’re beautiful. Otherwise he would have stopped the other day to talk to you for a full minute, am I right? If only you were a tiny, little, eeny miny prettier, he would have paid you more attention. He would have responded to your email. Maybe would have given you his phone number even. But he DIDN’T. That should be a pretty obvious sign.

So yeah, pretend to be all confident in front of me, you imposter. Lie to yourself all your want. “He’s just busy.” Sure. “He’s not in a good mood.” Uh-huh.

Look at me.

Look at me!!

Wipe off those tears you loser! You have been an imposter all along. There’s no turning back. Now put that smile back on. Show your white teeth (ok I forgot to mention but those do look good actually) and try and make your dimples look even.

Now get out there and keep smiling. No one will know.

Trust me. I’ve seen it all. They’re all like this.

#nonfiction #romance #maybe

Challenge
from the mirror.
write from the perspective of your mirror. what it sees, inside and out. what does your reflection think of you? how do they see you?
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dctezcan

Reflections of the looking glass

Dark eyes

that smile

and hide

sad eyes

that cry

smooth skin

that belies

the passage of time

faint lines

that bring to mind

laughter

from days gone by

soft lips

that smile

easily

that kiss

gently

that speak

kindly

a woman

who lives

to love

who loves many

deeply

although not,

it oft seems,

the one I see.