#Napowrimo #Reflection #Blogging101
Through the silvered glass
My double appeared
in a parallel world
Things looked the same,
but different – reversed
in this new world
For every beaker, soap and toothbrush
duplicated itself intact
in this new world
Through fog and steam
we worked as a team
removing facial hair
without a care
but alas – poor fate
the broken pact
as someone came through the door
and mirror cracked on the floor
The Inkwell 