I stare at the mirror
A creature stares back at me
She has no features on her
But she keeps on banging her fist to be free.
I stare into the giant river
The ripples wrinkle her smooth face
Devoid of the nose, devoid of eyes, devoid of lips,
Her face, I see, is the emptiest place.
I stare at my reflection,
But I’m acquainted with an unknown countenance,
Staring back at me like an empty piece of paper,
Begging words to be written on her to make sense.
But making sense wasn’t enough.
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Daily Prompt: Faceless
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