Mirror/Sock

These two pieces are emulating Sylvia Plaths' "Mirror."

by Meredith

​Mirror

I see what I see, each and every day. I see what I, the lake reflect; I see the birds high above, the trees tall and strong, the sun hanging on the ceiling.

At night I go blind, save for the moon and stars.

I see all this, but still, I am so alone, with no one to talk to, to share what I see with.
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Every so often, though, a man or a woman or a child comes along. Sometimes they pass by, uncaring. Other times they stop, look deep within me so I, the reflector, can show them what they need to see. So I can show them what is really there.

​Sock

My life used to stink. It was full of feet, getting washed, then folded, and more feet. 
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My life used to stink, but now it's full of nothing. When I got separated from my partner, all I could do - and all I've done ever since has been to lay at the bottom of a drawer, crumpled and depressed.