I made another poem, and this time it was for an assignment from my creative writing class.
Information on poem:
Into the booth I go
to stare at the mirror below
At what my eyes do see
makes me feel quite uneasy
As I stare into the abyss
it's very hard for me to miss
What's captured in the tiny section
is shown to me in a shiny reflection
Up above my head lights glare
nearly blinding my uneasy stare
What was captured is hard to describe
but no longer do I wish to hide
Staring back were eyes that weren't my own
sent a chill all the way deep down to the bone
I could see the truth written all over that face
my body was occupied and in another place
This is a science fiction, or fantasy poem that tells the tale of a person who switched bodies with another, and the narrator is one of the people looking into a booth that has a mirror finding out for a fact that they are in another body.
Also in case you're wondering why the title of this thread is "Untitled (Twisted Reflection)" is because I didn't really have a title for when I submitted this, and I still don't have a title picked out...
Even though "Twisted Reflection" does sort of fit, right?