Reflections
© 2001 Tom Baynham
Reflections reveal a lot about a person: who they are, where they came from, what they've done, where they're going. The discerning may even reveal a few secrets, but mine is unreadable. I glance into the mirror as I pass it, but my head turns involuntarily away. I am trapped, and that is all I know; slaving fot 'the greater good' in Karras' world. I din't get a choice; they grabbed me and knocked me unconscious. When I awoke I saw that I was imprisoned in this mask, forced to work, unable to speak my own words; trapped. So it was, now it is; unendless torment, release from which is only death…
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