creative wrighting and poetry
And whatever else springs to mind.
10 August 2011
Lost
Swallows her up in one empty breath.
Like entering a black hole.
No beginning, no ending.
Just nothing.
The reflection in the mirror.
Is not one of a person she once knew.
But of a stranger.
Of one she does not know, what will become.
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