A Face (certainly not mine)
By zuzus petals
I hate the way my reflection on the pewter doorknobs is always reminiscent of times when I’ve dared not see who I really am. Distorted images of a face (certainly not mine) stare right back at me as if to say “I know all." Surely, it cannot be so. Then, I shift and the illusion shifts too, avoiding being caught in the act of mocking my every move. As if not to silence my self I look away, turn the knob and dare not look back. Written November 9th, 2001 © on Nov 09 2001 01:47 PM PST 10 • 0
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