the mirror, who do I see?
An empty smile, an empty head, an empty heart
All of them staring straight through me
What are they looking at? What has been caught in sight?
I feel faded, translucent, invisible
Being ripped apart from the inside out
New sensations, shivers down my spine
Every inch of my body tingling
Anticipation running wild and free
Anxiety and ecstasy can be felt inside
Thoughts and images circling in my mind
Some good, some bad, vivid pictures
Vibrant colors all blending with each other
Until finally, one color shines through
Blood red appearing before of my eyes
Glaring at the intense color, a shape begins to form
It is not completely visible, give it time, it will be seen
A black outline restricts my color from moving
I recognize that shape, it is the shape of a heart
The empty person is full, but of what I do not know
Looking in the mirror, who do I see?
I see my face smiling back at me
by Michelle Edwards
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