Trapped in my reflection

Onerously considering the perplexity of my souls procurement,

Falling deep into a state of trance-like bewilderment.

Hand reaching into the mirror,

That distorts into liquid at my touch.

My body penetrating its reality's concealment

Falling through an array of dreams,

That play themselves before my eyes; indefinitely.

As I tumble toward an eluding end point;

Conspiring to find myself.

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Thank you for your attention.

This post is part of @writing-trail ' s #100words contest. The theme for this post is "Wilderness".

This post pertains to the idea of wilderness within the scope of the definition: "an uncultivated, uninhabited, and inhospitable region" , because the character (like alice) has fallen into an unknown world that is actually the reflection of who exactly she is on a soul level.

Yet she is unaware of this so the environment can be described as "an uncultivated, uninhabited, and inhospitable region".

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I sincerely thank you for reading this short story and wish you the best of luck in all of your steemit adventures !

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