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Snow and Mirrors

A blue suburban home

With Christmas lights in October

Soft, inviting, you can almost picture the family that lives there.

Sometimes you think you see them, manicuring the lawn

And kissing eachother goodbye on the doorstep.

You draw closer, trick-or-treat basket in hand.

Surely a family so pristine has a few pieces of candy to share when your own basket is so desolate?

A woman comes to the door,

Dressed in white, bright compassionate eyes.

She gives you handfuls of full-sized candy bars.

So caught up are you

In her generosity

That you nearly miss

The cold home behind her.

All lights out, empty.

You look up at her, and she pats your head.

"Move on, love. I've filled your basket."

You look down to find that she has.

When you look back up, it is to cold, dispassionate eyes with an uncanny valley smile.

All lights out, empty.

"Move on, love."

You can't leave fast enough.
Written by EStar
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Author's Note
This is a poem written as a train of thought. It is also an extended metaphor.

The title is a twist on 'smoke and mirrors'- a common phrase used to indicate illusion and trickery.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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