Chicken Feathers

[just mercedes]

I like this poem - you got to me when you described looking at a mirror - how you let your eyes go out of focus. I'm not sure what the spiders were doing in there, or the cat, but they gave depth to the image, and you brushed in (hinted at) a back story very easily. I'm not going to comment about punctuation except to say that I think yours works for this poem.

Thanks for the read - maybe you could lose some of the 'and's without damaging the great flow your poem has.