In death’s dark mirror
Stands a hollow, ugly shell
Oh God! Is it me?
About the Creator
Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi3 days ago in Fiction
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Spooky and frightening as well.
Reminds me of looking at my reflection in the mirror with my peripherals and flinching in surprise at the unfriendly face staring back! Great entry to the challenge! Good luck!
This made me laugh because I've been startled by my own reflection in the mirror 😅😅 Loved your Haiku!