The mirror played back every feature perfectly
Except for a whorl in the glass
That added a curl to his lip when he smiled.
Luckily, he very rarely smiled.
His trailer contained mirrors on either side
And every morning he caught himself in infinity
Growing on forever until he stepped away.
But infinity and eternity are such different things
And eternity can be so fleeting
Cameras on, powder down,
He prepares to read the lines he's given
Locks that dead-eyed gaze straight down the lens
And sees again a million copies of himself
Broken free from his mirror.
The mirror broken.
WhatWhyHow???
This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.
But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.
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