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she climbed the frame
cleaning the faults she sees in the mirror
her voice pushed to a whisper

the mirror told several blows
struggled by the reflection
muttered words of encouragement
but nervous about the next meeting
may be the last

shes surprisingly calm
looking back into her eyes
the same process
with her child in the doorway
it cries out for her
but she never hears

a girl tortured by the mirror
every year since she woke up
the solid reflected glass
finally made her snap
the mirror finally caught her
in its trap