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Wednesday, April 9, 2025

Black Mirror, a poem By: Svetina S.

 Black Mirror

By: Svetina S.


What a curse it is

to need something that kills you.

To wake up and crave something

and know that you shouldn’t.

This is the drug

that they didn’t warn you about.

That they didn’t teach you about in school.

How does it feel 

to turn something on

that turns you

to something inhuman?

Turn it on, and you

turn off your brain.

Turn it off.

Look at your face

in the black mirror.

Look how it’s turned you

into a black soul.


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