PPC 4

The Mirror - Week 17

I've always liked my hair parted on the left -
I see the sweep of my overgrown fringe
join the wave that frames my face,
but what I see isn’t right.
The mirror holds a different image
than the one your phone has instagrammed.

This creature with the sagging jaw,
I do not know her at all.
Her smile is more crooked, her skin less firm.
Her features are starting to fall.
I must go back to my mirror to confirm,
that I don’t look like that at all.





Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)" 
Week 17
Prompt - Mirror