I don't really care if you place me second,
or third, or four, or even last.
Do you not see me
(attempting not to notice)
when you're trying to wind back your
Feigning time and time again.
But it's still pulling forward
like the rusty train on
broken railroad tracks.
To the little train that could,
time, considering it takes the place
of the little blue train,
instead of the usual ascending.
I'll let you
but will you let me
wind it for you?
The mirror lay across the rusted railroad tracks, its border gleamed dull silver in the increasing sunlight. Engraved into the border was a pattern of minuscule budding roses and a crescent moon lay at the top, separating both sides of the mirror.
Pulsing with the sunlight, reflections slipped throughout the leaves of the nearby trees. Leaping from one shaded area to another, the reflections abruptly vanished as a humming began.
Legs clad with stiletto heels and lime green fishnet tights appeared. The person scuttled forward and stood up quickly after. A rather short adolescent emerged, ruffling her short auburn hair to rid it of debris. Yawns escaped her mouth, her lips dry with the lack of water.
"Ahhhhh~ It's so warm!" She exclaimed to herself. The gravel crunched underneath her feet as she approached the mirror. Her face expressed a look of content and almost...recognition. Read more »