I met a stranger in the mirror today

I gasped and tried to speak but the words were a muted hum

The stranger looked as shook as me, their movements echoed mine, but there was still no familiarity

I did not know this person

This person was neither ugly nor attractive, a genderless blur

I held onto the sink, steadying myself, never taking my eyes from the imposter in the glass

No emotion in her face. I smiled, she smiled, but it was a hollow smile. Almost like it was painted upon her porcelain skin. Forced and no warmth. A puppet. A mannequin.




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