Reflection seen,
is not my own.
A figurine,
eyes so well known.
Her intense stare,
held plastic smile,
creates a flare,
with unique style.
Look straight at her,
see half of me,
bright force transfers,
clears all I see.
Suddenly blinks,
her tears away.
Reads thoughts I think,
“she can not stay.”
Inhale the hues,
she left behind.
Energies fuse,
soul, heart, and mind.
Feel her essence,
linger inside.
A full presence,
that will not hide.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Written for RXC PROMPT #239, hosted by Reena
Situation prompt : You wake up to discover a completely different, unknown face staring back at you from the mirror.