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Mirrors.
I look into I chant the words from the wicked witch’s mouth and I still do not find myself in it. Should I be looking
harder? Should I be seeing something different?
seven mirrors Mirror mirror on this wall, who is the...
I never seem to find the right question for the stranger looking back at me. The stranger projected in
every day, seven different directions and dimensions. I lean in closer, maybe if I see the outline of the man in front
of me, then I will know what to ask him.
and I never But as these seven mirrors stand still. I cannot fathom the last time I felt so scrutinized. As these images
of what I hope to see cloud my mind, I hope this fog will clear and when I cry, mirror mirror, the next
see my time, I will find an answer to the question hidden in the back of my mind.
reflection
on any of
them.
Acrylic on Canvas
i: 16’ by 20’
2021
