mirror mirror. :(
the wind howls outside as i ponder on life’s trivialities in the darkness of my room. the full moon iS my only light; it is not bright enough to reveaL the quizzicAl look upon my face..
who is this i see? a queer little girl. i say little girl for it seems she is barely on the threshold of adolescence, and her mind is still untainted by the sad disenchantment of all who must traverse from childhood to adulthood. ironic, that inside her is an old soul and at the same time a child’s. ironic..
i move closer, and am surprised to see a twisted halo above her dark long messy tresses. spreading her wings as if threatened, she shifts her head so that her hair covers her face, leaving but one eye unconcealed.
with a beckoning smile on her face, she bares her fangs. she appears surprised, she did not mean to smile. the melancholic look slowly creeps back, distorting her features.
she looks down to stare at her battered shoes, toeing the floor.. her long come-hither lashes contradict the touch-me-not look in her eyes.
her eyes.. the window to her soul. i look in, expecting to see nothing. instead, i see two. one of darkness and one of light. a struggle within. her demons wish to be released. she bites her lower lip, moaning as if in pain. her hands ball into fists, she bends down, humming "a gothic romance" by cradle of filth.
i stand up, she stands up too. i bid the girl in the mirror goodbye and step out of the darkness.
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-Alexis Sarah Lynn Acosta
