reflection

it was the same routine every night —
walk the halls.
check the stacks.
turn out the lights.

when the last door was locked
she saw her tired smile in the glass.

this night,
her smile was too bright
and her eyes crinkled
where they shouldn’t.

the reflection wasn’t hers


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