[as promised]

From the mirror
you cannot hear her cries

From the mirror
you cannot tell her lies
about getting well soon
or the safety of a swoon

From the mirror
the darkly cute one fades
to white in wrenching shades
you cannot draw her near
you can only counsel to your fear

From the mirror
you cannot take her call
you cannot stop her fall
sliding down the wall

you cannot meet her eyes
from the mirror

-_Quinn

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