Behind the Looking Glass

How could
I be pregnant she wondered
As she stood
Before her mirror rounded
With child

It was
Within a dream quite orgasmic
That her
Lover took her on the heights
Of pleasure

Unaware
That she lay within a coma
Underneath
The sheets of a hospital
Bed

As her family
Gazed down sadly upon her
She stood alone
Behind the looking glass of
Another reality

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