“Cracked” – by Marie T. Cox
Through
the surrounding mist and steam
a
visage slowly emerges.
One
seemingly familiar yet so
intrinsically
altered.
Shadows
of purple, blue, and black
highlight
her weary, weary eyes.
A
freckled hand gently wipes the mirror
to
reveal a presence behind.
Her
faded blue eyes slowly close,
and
her mind comes to rest,
leaving
her soul free to wander.
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