My attempt at poetry. A mirror world. |
As I stared at the mirror I saw my reflection. It talked while my mouth was closed turned while I stood still and stood while I sat. As I stared with my mouth open, my reflection began to speak again as she gently smiled at me. “Hello,” she said softly in a low voice. “I'm, sorry if I scared you. My name is Alle.” “I'm Ella.” To this day I still don't know how I managed to get those words out. “I know,” she replied. “I know everything about you. Every time I go to sleep my mind tunes in to you like a television aerial.” And she proceeded to explain. “I live in a world that mirrors your own, to a degree.” She scowled. “Your life has always been better than mine. Because in some places, my world duplicates yours; in others, it is a mirror image.” “I sneaked out of my house and to the mirror of the worlds. I'm using it to communicate with you now.” She grimaced. “The problem with it is that I can only talk to you. Everyone else will think you're talking to your reflection.” We talked all night long, until finally, I dragged myself to bed. We met every night for three years. Then she disappeared. That night she was first gone, I waited until one 'o clock in the morning for her and then slept all day. Every time I saw movement in the depths of a mirror I'd whisper “Alle?” But it was never her. After awhile, however, I stopped checking mirrors for her. I lived a normal life for seventy years. Then, the night before my eighty-second birthday, I got up during night. As I looked in the mirror I wondered what I usually did: Did Alle really exist? Or was I just half mad? As I stared at the mirror I saw my reflection. It talked while my mouth was closed turned while I stood still and stood while I sat. |