It hit me hard, I couldn’t avoid it.
A strong smell of putrefaction engulfed me, as I got near to the corpse that laid in the middle of the street.
I looked into to the dead face,
something inside off me screamed.
That nose,
those lips…
were the same ones,
I always saw in the mirrors.
Maria Fischinger @ 2010
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