Vague Insanty 096

It's very likely that they will come today and take my mirror away. I don't really want them to - but what else can I do?

The mirror is sitting there. Partially broken. Partially whole. It reflects on life and all those things that I am too scared to reflect on directly, myself, alone, in the moldy old room of moldy old memories.

And so I count the minutes, and think of the seconds, and talk peacefully to the mirror.

One day I will have to work it all out by myself. I can't just keep using this mirror to figure out everything for me.

So I wear fancy cloaks, the elaborate dressing gowns, and look at myself coyly in the silver.

I shall have a fashion parade, with just me and my mirror

Until they come to take it away

Perhaps, instead, I shall bludgeon them to death and smile.

No one should take my mirror away.

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