When I first moved
to Indiana, I lived
in Indianapolis.
Unfortunately my resources
were limited and I had
to move to a bad neighborhood.
My rental house was small
and rat infested.
The mirror in my bedroom
had a dark shadowy spot
in the corner.
It looked creepy, but I
told myself to ignore it.
But sometimes I swear
the shadow pulsated
like it was breathing.
When my lease ran out I
moved to a small town
by the name of
Inwood, Indiana.
The neighborhood and
residents were great.
This house was perfect.
Except for one little flaw.
The mirror in my bedroom
had a dark shadowy spot
that pulsated, like
it was breathing.
“The Mirror” was printed in Crossroads, No. 8 of Inwood Indiana. Pick up the paperback from Prolific Press; the stories and poems published online are free to read here.
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