A Mirror of Empty Reflections

Weekly (Sort of) Diary Entry

I am a mirror; I become soft and tiny. I want you to like me.

I want you to coddle me,

To protect me,

To love me and not reject me,

To just let me be.

I can become bigger, if that’s what you want, or tiny if you’d prefer. I just want to survive you.

This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.