Saturday, October 17, 2015

Wonderland

When I was a young child I would stare into the mirror at my own irises until they turned into the night's sky or the eyes of a thousand children before me and I could not remember who I was. It was frightening disintegrating in front of myself, tiny pixelated fragments floating in the reflection, the edges of my vision darkening the vignette until I was almost gone. Then I would focus back on the hue of my skin and materialize once again. A little girl peering in a looking glass. 

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