Focus
The mirror.
Then stoicism.
Frozen and calm.
Focused.
Then moving shakily.
Movements, and jolting.
Then I’m focused again.
Moving.
Calm but ready movements.
Knocking on the door, but I don’t react.
I can no longer move.
I can blink a little bit, still.
The mirror is blinking with me.
I am focused.
The mirror.
I am in the mirror.
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