The Mirror

 

The mirror knows her secrets –

The mirror never tells –

Its lovely, rotting wood is a

Sanctuary for all the lies

She practices in its face,

Gazing at her reflection,

Getting the expression and

Glimmer just right.

The pearly, streaked glass

Becomes a likeness of herself –

            Her lies,

                        Her falsehoods,

                                                Her deception –

And she becomes acquainted

With the face in the mirror –

The beautiful, decrepit face –

Which stares back at her

With its piercing, eerie eyes,

Mocking her with its

Memorable, lying lips,

And she begins to believe

That it is her soul

Reflected within the mirror –

Her flighty, haunted soul

Marred by the black mascara,

Bruised by the blue eyeshadow,

Disfigured by the crimson lipstick

Until it is no longer

Recognizable.

 

Reviews

[Andromeda]

love it!