STORY STARTER
Write a poem that includes this line:
'The mask is slipping'.
Mirror
I see it in front of me but I have no clue who it is,it’s eyes narrow and follow mine effortlessly to the point it mimics my blinks. Wantever it is it’s fingers are tight as if strings are pulling it back waiting to snap, it looks confused? No concern it’s follows me movement closer but it uses the wrong foot and fingers twitch when mine are still. It is trying following closely but not me.
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