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Rated: E · Poetry · Women's · #2330093

An eight line poem

Prompt: “I don’t want realism. I want magic.” - Blanche DuBois


Blanche, blanched when she looked in the mirror,
What she saw there appalled her.
“This can’t be true I’m surely much slimmer,
And my hair! I’m getting balder!”

My mirror used to tell me the truth,
Not lies and misdirections.
It seems to me I’m losing my youth,
And now I have imperfections.




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