Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia PlathI am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.What I see before me, I become immediately.I am unta...nted by desire or hate.I am not hurtful, I cannot lie --I am small, but all-seeing.I spend my days gazing on a movie poster opposite me.The wall is cracked plaster. I know it's every freckle.Every crack, every defect, every flaw is part of me.Light and shadow, Faces through time interrupt me.Now I am a prism, refracting all possibilities.A man. .I look at my cel phone quickly as I am driving. Its him.I get these phone calls at sporadic times. It just says 'Bring your Miku outfit'. I swing by my house and pick up my cosplay outfit of Hatsune Miku. For some reason he just loves it when I come over in a cosplay outfit. I pull up into his front yard with a bag of clothes in hand and get out slowly. Why do I do this, I wonder to myself. I am just a hole to him. I am also pretty sure he is married and just calls me when his wife is. All I dreamt of was the big seas and the open skies.Anywhere in the world, where there were beaches and sand...I was ready and as able bodied as any twenty-one year old.Spent many lonely nights dreaming of all those places in the world that were exotic.Enough of the day dreaming, I had an interview for a day job on the following Monday morning.I had to live now, in a big reality, the reality that bites.As I was about to get up and walk to the bar, this handsome 6'3' guy walks up to me.His eyes. By now I have lost all thought of worrying about her seeing the top of my corset. I am desperately trying to keep any signs showing of the pleasure that is starting to rack my body now. I can feel my body starting to tingle from my toes and work its way up. Soon I know that I am not going to be able to control myself. As the waitress leans down to remove my plate, my Master hits the remote again and this little moan escapes me without warning. I immediately sit back and try to apologize and I.Read More
