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Words to Start: Mirror by Sylvia Plath

By October 12, 2022No Comments

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.


Anushka Sabhanam

Author Anushka Sabhanam

Anushka Sabhanam (2003) is a third-year psychology student with a keen interest in neuropsychology and developmental psychology. Beyond psychology, you can find her acting or singing her heart out on stage, crocheting till her hands give out, or listening to true crime podcasts without batting an eye.

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