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Julia Froehlich

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

3 poems·Since December 2016

Just a kid with a taste for morbid or macabre poetry.

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Magic Mirror

December 3, 2016

You said you despised me 

I was the wind that always blew your candles out

Tummy large like the circle of people I've disappointed

Chin sagged from the erosion of my sobs 

I was the creature under your bed

That directed your worst nightmares

 

Yet I look back now in that mirror

Reflection rippling like ransacked water 

You thought I was growling 

Oh how naive looking for aggression in your greatest friend

 

Would you still believe I deserve death knowing what I've done?

I've made our dreams possible.

Then a few more years after 

I'll tell you I've walked among them

 

I now revisit that tear-made mirror

To reflect a soft smile

Magic Mirror, 

Why was I ever worried?

 

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