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Day by day,
a contortion,
bones out of shape,
out of place,
I stare at a reflection
seeming no less sane than yesterday,
but a whole lot saner than today.
What tomorrow has in wait,
but another contortion,
yet another day,
where a reflection stays,
regardless of the mirror that breaks?


A. R. Frederiksen is a recurring guest blogger here at BnV, and her own writing blog can be found here, where she dabbles in flashfiction/poetry and reflects over the ABCs of writing.