Sunday Poetry Prompt

Our new prompt!

My poem for last weeks prompt:

My best friend

She lives within the mirror,
this friend I cannot proclaim,
even though she is clearer,
than most who would misname.
They say she is imaginary,
fancy born and bred,
I find the idea contrary,
because she is quite dead.

Nine months we lived together,
floated in night perpetual,
I big and she but a feather,
dead but not just conceptual.
Before she left this earth,
I gathered her within me,
and have given her berth,
for she my sister be.

Think me crazy, I don't care,
with my best friend, I go everywhere!