Challenge
The Priest-less Confessional
A place to air your grievances with yourself. Fiction, non-fiction, poetry, prose. Pride or attrition. Anything goes.
Myself
Looking through that mirror glass,
At last I see what an ass,
Looking up and down,
And all around,
I know there is no doubt,
That I am the only one in the the room with a monstrous shout.
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