Mirror
story by:
Megan Lawrence
Written
on Sep 04, 2014
I’ve seen her before, I know I have, somewhere in a distant dream maybe? Her face, her body, everything is so familiar but I can remember nothing. She’s important, so very important but who is she? When I look in her eyes they tear right through me as if they are searching my soul for the answers. Her eyes…Oh god her eyes, they’re dead lifeless orbs, looking but not seeing. Eyes once full of determination are now empty and cold, her face is the same. Once cheerful and smiling is now pale and tired, it’s as if all life and emotion has been sucked from her very being. Her hair once shining and golden is now greasy and uncared for, and those once soft, delicate hands are shaking and bloody. It hurts to see someone as young as her in such a pitiful state, it hurts because I know the girl stood in front of me. I want to reach out, shake and slap her silly, I want to scream “WHY?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF?!†But the girl stood in front of me isn’t real, after all I am looking in the mirror.
Tags: sad, depressing, deep, pain, dark,
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SOME WORDS commented:
seeing us backward
as the front we design
time getting through
as we get through time :_)
Jewel Adams
commented:
Wow, a sorrowful but very moving piece.
Sam Marie
commented:
Loved every word.
