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Mirror, Mirror

Mirror,
� � � � � Mirror,
On the wall...

Who's the ugliest of them all?

Why, it's you my dear,
If you continue to stare into this mirror.

You have been,
� � � � � � � � � Cut,
� � � � � � � � � � � � Torn apart,
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � And literally--Stitched back up!

Your body lies, unidentified.
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � Just another, Jane Doe.

Written by Cayleigh

Published 7th Apr 2010

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teop

9th Apr 2010 9:34pm

Interesting, I like your play on the classic. I think we're all a bit ugly if we take a long honest look into that mirror. I might have formatted it a bit different, utilized the white space differently, but that, in and of itself, is just personal preference.

Thanks for sharing.

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Cayleigh

22nd Apr 2010 6:27pm

I'm trying out my own style, I guess a more moden poetry style. But I guess it's not for everyone. Thanks for the comment. :)

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veronique

9th Apr 2010 11:22pm

I think the shift in tense ( final line)
disorients and distracts. I suggest
"lies." The present tense offers immediacy. Corpses of beautiful girls don't stay lovely for long. I find the aesthetic avenue in this poem unexpected and noteworthy.