Today she’s so happy she just can’t describe it.
Life seems so perfect, …yet just doesn’t fit.
She comes home and looks into the mirror-land.
She’s happy and knows it, but the shadows are still at hand.
Backward through time she floats on her own,
To the home she’s outrun, where the ghosts are her own.
The walls are closing in, all around, and within.
She can’t escape from herself…
So she breaks the mirror.
K. Aldaya, ’05
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