I am walking through the mirror
The silver shine tugging at my back
The box in my hand, with its illuminated content
becomes a scream so cold it breaks my heart
In this space, someone is trapped
I cannot reach that far
Are they lost in darkness forever
before I can find out?
The mirror shine pulls me back
My face in the mirror looks out
My mouth open wide, screaming
Is it me, or did I bring something back?
©AnitaDawes2022
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