Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia PlathI am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.What I see before me, I become immediately.I am untainted by desire or hate.I am not hurtful, I cannot lie --I am small, but all-seeing.I spend my days gazing on a movie poster opposite me.The wall is cracked plaster. I know it's every freckle.Every crack, every defect, every flaw is part of me.Light and shadow, Faces through time interrupt me.Now I am a prism, refracting all possibilities.A man. When I shake her.Cautiously, she brought her hands to Katie’s tits. She bit her lip as her hands touched her friend, looking for any sign that she was waking. When Katie sat with her eyes closed, Brenda squeezed.Damn, these are nice. I wish I could get them out and touch them, but that’ll have to wait. Soon, hon.Moving her hands to Katie’s shoulders, Brenda shook her. Katie’s eyes opened.“Girl, you were supposed to watch me, not zone out,” Brenda admonished.“Wha?” asked Katie. “I was… Wait. How.Read More
