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Do you ever look in the mirror and don’t recognize your reflection?
Sometimes I look and I know in my head that the person I’m seeing is supposed to be me, but they just don’t seem to be me
Other times I don’t seem to recognize the person staring back at me at all.
Not my hair
Not my eyes
Not my lips
Not my jaw
Not my shoulders
Not me
And sometimes, in the middle of the night, I see something else entirely in the mirror
Rotten flesh
Sunken eyes
Wiry, stringy, hair
It seemed to move on its own, not following what I do
The shadows shift behind it
Faces
Always faces
Sometimes I wonder if what’s looking at me wants to come out, to escape. Would it even be me? The thing that doesn’t look like me, doesn’t act like me
I should just look down while I’m washing my hands