mirror of souls

 

The girl

She sits

In the

Hallway

A pen and

Paper

She grasps

Drawing

Each and

Every

Soul

For she has the power

The power to see

What’s on the inside

And out

But I’ve noticed

That

every time I walk by

She stares

And

Scribbles

On her

Mirror of souls

Though my soul she cannot draw

For I have

The gift too

A glare I receive

And in

Return

A simple smile

A kind

Gesture

I continue by

Books in hands

Brain

Scrambled

And jump at the sound

Of paper crumpling

As she shatters

Her mirror of souls