Mirror World

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


I look at my likeness

And wonder what its like on the other side.

What does that version of me see?

Does she see me on the outside, or the in?

I raise my finger to the glass

And she does the same.

We touch

And I am underwhelmed

But then

Am overcome by a sense

Of vertigo.

Everything that was once right is left

And what was once up is down.

Am I the originial,

Or the reflection?

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