The Mirror 
Simran Ahira

The mirror and I have fallen out again 

She keeps being so cruel to me

“You’ve put on weight again”

“Goodness, your skin looks bad”

“You really need a haircut”

And so on

She has not said a single nice thing to me

In

Well

A long time

Sometimes when we drink 

She does say something nice

But I’m trying to drink less

So I have been avoiding her.

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