Jul 3
I waved at my reflection,
it didn’t wave back.
Just blinked once,
then smirked.
I stepped closer.
It didn’t move.
I asked it,
“Which one of us is real?”
It cracked.
And whispered,
“Not you.”
it didn’t wave back.
Just blinked once,
then smirked.
I stepped closer.
It didn’t move.
I asked it,
“Which one of us is real?”
It cracked.
And whispered,
“Not you.”
