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Writer's pictureBonnie B. Fearer

Mirror

Updated: Aug 5, 2020

I stood in the bathroom doorway to get a glimpse

Of you pressing your lips together, freshly applied stain,

Blood red.

Gaze held, reflection approved.

Then you pivot to me, and say

Why are you here? Just go outside and play.

And I do.

Running my toy truck in the sandbox,

back and forth,

back and forth.






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