It’s not Alice. That’s my face peeping back at me— reflecting the desire to hide, shirk reality.
It cannot be my head – the one I held high, so high that others wished to chop it off.
Do they still want it, or are gloating with satisfaction? Deceit mangles the psyche. Something that I did not wish to happen has happened.
I am the doer.
Weekend Writing Prompt #142 – Looking-glass
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Interesting take on the prompt!! I’ve been hosting a first sentence prompt for a while now and ran across this prompt so I joined in with my own 64 words.
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Thank you, Dee!
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thru it
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Excellent take on the challenge. Profound words these – “deceit mangles the psyche”. Thank you
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Thank you, Suzette!
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Oh, thought provoking.
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Thank you!
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Very moving post.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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