A Broken Mirror
A BROKEN MIRROR
Can you Help me please. My mirror appears to be broken Because she refuses to reflect what she sees. She shows me a woman I do not recognize. She plays such Hideous tricks on me. I shout at her sometimes, but she won’t listen To me any longer. I used to be in control, but now she has me. Under Her wicked spell. I give her everything. I spend hours with her examning. Every detail. I fixate on the flaws she shows me. I apply creams and Lotions. I pluck, tweeze and wax. I cover every imperfection to make Her happy. I live to please her. But she will find something. She always Does. She takes my body and distorts it. There is a stranger in front of Me. She plays terrible tricks on me. One time I told her I would take her Off the bathroom wall and shatter her into a thousand tiny pieces. She Did not believe me. I tried to regain control. She loves to play these Power games. I took her off the wall and held her out the window. In two seconds, she would be on the ground. Broken. But as I went To open the window. I caught my reflection. Snarling. Panting. Black tears falling down my cheeks. I am a monster. Psychotic A madman. So, I returned her to her rightful place And there she hangs to this day. Mocking me. Brutally. Ruthlessly.
Hugh
Thu 9th Jul 2020 10:56
Again unique and imaginative.I like the mirror shape of your dialogue