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Madeline’s Mirror

 



Madeline’s mirror told her she’s fat,
It appalled at her shapeless dress,
Covering a chunk of flesh.
She looked at her broad shoulders 
And big breasts, 
which reminded her of a pile of 
clothes that no longer fits her.
But Madeline smiled and
applied her eyeliner effortlessly.
Her mirror sneered at her 
chafing thighs kissing each 
other when she moves.
Madeline’s mirror found her 
plush lips contradicting 
the pair of flesh 
on either side of it.
It spotted the two chins
fighting for space like
contestants in the combat zone.
Madeline admired her freckleless skin,
and applied her favourite lipstick.
The mirror reflected 
her flabby arms 
complementing her 
saggy belly.
Madeline moved closer 
to her mirror, 
which still in oblivion, 
started to produce
sympathetic smiles at her legs.
It mirrored how her legs
carry all the weight,
hiding under her flowy dress.
Appreciating her silky hair and
perfectly manicured nails,
Madeline hugged the mirror
tightly,
It mumbled something,
And never talked again.






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