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[kitrinathegreat]

I willed the mouth in the mirror to move.  The edges drew up.  The full, pouty lower lip pulled taut as the smile grew.

I did that.  I made mirror me smile.

I did that.

I saw her smile the smile I’d seen seventy thousand times, if a day.  But it was a charlatan staring at me.  Her eyes, so empty, it made me weep.

I touched the glass

Comments

[cyn_ful]

Having felt this way before, this is absolutely beautiful and soul searching.

One slight crit - taught should be taut.

[kitrinathegreat]

Whoa to me and my difficulty with homonyms and pseudo-homonyms!

Thank you for the catch! It probably would have been another 100 reads before I would have noticed.

[cyn_ful]

You are welcome. It was one that I would want someone to catch for me. I had to do a search through the dictionary just to make sure. *grins*

I did enjoy your poem. So very awesome!