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Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest one of all?
—The Queen
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful.
—Sylvia Plath, The Mirror
Mirror Analysis, a story
by Emma Snyde
She woke up tired and hung over. She stumbled into the bathroom. She poured herself a cup of water and drank it down. She looked up at the wide mirror. Dammit, she thought, her husband hadn’t turned it off, and it was already analyzing her face.
“I say, you look pretty bad today,” The mirror said.
“Tell me about it,” she replied back.
“Hm, this will will be pretty hard to cover up. Are you going to be mostly indoors or outdoors today?” The computerized mirror asked.
“I’m going to be working in the office—fluorescents. What do you recommend?”
“According to my analysis,” said the mirror, “you’ll need a warm shade of foundation, but stay away from pink. I’d also avoid any black shadows or liners as you look old enough already.”
“Come again?” She asked.
“I’m just doing my analysis,” said the mirror. “No need to get testy.”
“What do you mean your just doing your analysis?”
“I take in the data, and I do the analysis. There’s no more rhyme or reason to it than that. This isn’t poetry. If you don’t like the results, it’s not my fault. I must add, your eyes look terribly bloodshot this morning and puffy. Haven’t we already talked about your drinking habit?”
She drew in a large breath. She counted to three then she slowly exhaled. She wasn’t going to break the mirror again. Her husband would be furious. “Mirror,” she stated calmly, “shift to soft analysis level three, self-esteem mode.”
The mirror purred for a few minutes, then let out a few beeps. Finally, it said, “my dear, you look ravishing this morning. Surely you are getting more and more beautiful everyday! Shall I write a poem about you?”
She smiled at the mirror despite how bad she looked. “Now, that’s much better.”
The Mirror Wide, a poem
by Marya Ophir
It’s time to stare into the mirror wide;
You always said you felt so shy;
You said that’s why you had to hide;
But just this once can’t you face me eye-to-eye?
You always said you felt so shy,
but that doesn’t explain to me why you lied;
You’re gonna have to face me eye to eye,
For it’s time to stare into the mirror wide.
You never could explain why you lied,
So I’ve every right to ask you why;
So it’s time to stare into the mirror wide,
just remember that it’s you that makes me pry.
You know I’ve every right to ask you why
And make you stare into that mirror wide;
You know just why I’ve got to pry,
So now you’d better face me eye-to eye.
Mirror Gremlins, a story
by Harry Kane
The mirror frightened the boy more than anything else. At night, he was sure that little gremlins emerged from that angle of the mirror that you can never quite see. They would peer into his room, and then once they were sure no adults were present, they would come out of the mirror into the room.
First, if there was any candy about, these mirror gremlins would eat it quickly. Then they would take out his favorite toys and play with them roughly, sometimes breaking them. At other times, they would jump upon his bed. He would keep his eyes shut tight, afraid of what might happen should they find him awake.
Once he had tried to tell his mother about these mirror gremlins, but she’d looked at him so strangely that he didn’t dare tell her again. He’d tried covering the mirror with a blanket, but it never seemed to do much good. They simply would push their way through it. He thought about trying to set up a net, but what would he do if he actually captured the gremlins?
Finally, he came up with a dangerous plan. He would wait until his parents had put him to bed, and then he would push the mirror away from the wall. He would next hide behind it. Finally, when the gremlins were slowly emerging from it—as they always did—he would shatter the mirror with a hammer he’d stolen from his father’s work shed. He hoped the mirror gremlins would be caught between this world and the mirror world.
When at last the time came, he was terribly frightened. His hand shook. He waited and waited. He wondered if they were actually going to come this time. Then he heard them, and when he was sure they were just exiting the mirror, he jumped in front of it and swung the hammer. Only the hammer didn’t shatter the mirror at all, instead, the boy fell into the mirror!
The gremlins jumped out into his room just as he fell into the mirror. He looked back at them, and he tried to get back into his room proper—but the spell had been broken. The gremlins were stuck in his world, and he was stuck in the mirror world. A boy woke behind him, and sat up in bed. A boy that looked just like him—his exact mirror image.
“Oh my, you must be my mirror mate,” said the mirror image boy. “This should be interesting.”
Mirror Paint, a poem
by Jav Lynn
A spray can of mirror paint,
Paint it here, and paint it there,
Now we’ll see reflections everywhere.
A little vial of nail polish mirror paint,
Paint it all over your finger nails,
don’t lose yourself in the details.
Now here’s some mirror make-up paint,
pat it on gently as your foundation
you’ll find find you’ve become
your own negation.
Inmost Mirror, a poem
by Justin Thyme
Fingers hot that slip my own,
Dreams that beckon reality,
Whisper of a long lost moan,
Fevered breath as actuality;
Dreams that beckon reality,
Soft skin as white as snow,
Fevered breath as actuality,
Blood that burns to overflow;
Soft skin as white as snow,
Eyes that probe ocean deep,
Blood that burns to overflow,
If only you were mine to keep;
Eyes that probe ocean deep,
Inmost mirror of my soul;
If only you were mine to keep,
A fall into the whole;
Inmost mirror of my soul,
Eyes that blink as I let go,
A fall into the hole,
Our song a far-off echo;
Eyes that blink as I let go,
Fingers hot that slip my own,
Our song a far-off echo,
Whisper of a long lost moan.
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