Wednesday, January 27, 2010

The Mirror

She rises, sightless,  from her bed
and walks about the house,
comforted in its inky blackness;
Aware of an unseen trajectory
each obstacle is avoided by visionless eyes.

She comes upon a wall and
gazes in terror...
the sound of a scream
piercing her agreeable dormancy,
and sees her own
face.

2 comments:

TACParent said...

Very descriptive. Happened in real life to me when I was dog sitting at a neighbor's house. Strangest experience.

Dymphna said...

So far, its only happened to me in dreams. I can't imagine it happening in real life!

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