When u look in the mirror wat do u see i see the spitting image of me but is she free the spitting image of me or locked in a frame tht only displays the images that stand in its way does it have a soul tht cant control the images it reflects i bet if it could it would change the reflection it sees today drops of blood flowing from a knotted swollen face a crooked nose tht he punched out of place black eyes swelling tight a bag of ice wrapped in our children's tights yes its me his wife tears of anger an shame i am always the one he blames    

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    "Mirror Mirror on the wall you tell the truth about us all" Thanks for sharin' LAUREN your short fast flowing story about the image seen in the mirror. There are many times when I don't want to face the mirror because of what I see. My face bruised in an accident or a fight - too ugly to go out - until it heals. In my experience there is nothing worse than a BATTERED WIFE & MOTHER the one least deserving of her husbands drunken wrath. Very powerful writing but a shocking topic ! Thinkin' of you - BRIAN

  • laurenloveme4lifegodknowsall

    Thank u

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