Hello! Thank you for coming to read my work that I am very excited to share with you. Here is a short poem in the perspective of my novel's antagonist that you will meet later on.
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Layers of lies disguise my heart like a veil.
Reflecting back at me through a glass of tales.
Reflected images do not show the truth,
Allowing me hope at what must be false youth.
If I were to venture to the other side,
Could I find a better way to survive?
Would the lies and the truths finally collide?
Or would only the false continue to strive?
I unclench my hand and let go of my dart.
Shattering, clattering, and falling apart.
Glass gives away with a soul shattering jolt.
But what I feel is only cause for revolt.
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Mirrorage
Fantasy"Reflected images do not show the truth." Ever since Sylvia White was a child she's experienced disturbing sightings of her evil self in mirrors, to which doctors have written off as catoptrophobia, the fear of mirrors. However, Sylvia soon discover...
