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!