Walking down the corridor and then stop to look into the mirror on the wall. Mirror mirror who is the fairest of them all? Or should I say… what face does the world see today.
Up with the finger, push up left side of mouth, finished. Again, up with the finger, push up the right side of the mouth, finished. Smile grotesque in the mirror. Now the eyes, what to do about the eyes. They are dull, unhappy. What to do about the eyes?
Maybe it is in the heart and in the brain. How to mend the heart that bleeds all this sadness, words and feelings onto unknown ground. Ground harsh and unyielding.
Hi, how are you? I’m fine thank you, says the parrot.