Part of my heart

Each day the mirror reflects truthfully

 

Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.

I am not cruel, only truthful-

The eye of the little god, four cornered.

I have looked at it so long

I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.

Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

 

Mirror by Sylvia Plath

 

 

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