She cranked the water off and walked over to the sink to look at herself in the mirror, her towel around her shoulders.
I wrote a poem about mirrors yesterday, inspired by something I said about them while liveblogging 1.1.
I see your pained expression looking at me
Your baggy, dried-out eyes
Your wild hair sticking out in every direction
You look at me, I look at you
All I do is sit right here
And tell you what I see
But maybe that’s enough?
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