Mirror Mirror On The Wall
On getting tripped up on the finer details
‘Woah. Trippy.’
I thought to myself as I examined my reflection in the mirror. Closer and closer I inched, bent almost 90 degrees over the bathroom sink, as I swiveled my head slowly from left to right and back again.
The yellow light casting a slightly sickening story as I connected the dots of faded constellations or freckles as one might know them (or …