COMPETITION PROMPT
Write a poem or story about a mirror struggling with the fact that she has no identity of her own. (What could this be symbolic of?)
Mirror Girl
She's part of the furniture
She likes to hang on the wall
They look at her and reflect
Upon their good looks
In the right light
Some say she's warped
Playing cheap tricks
Lifted from the circus
Is how they explain it
The old mirror girl
Hair obsessions unravel
And nose fixations grow
Crooked smiles spread
Over straight faces
And she sees it all
She makes rough sketches
Enough to make herself twice and more
It always ends up like a mask
Space in the eyes and space in the mouth
Looks the part at a distance
But they're always up close.