A small crack sprawls down the mirror.
Infinitesimally small, seemingly meaningless.
But a single release of my breath
And its true form will egress.
Sharp blades will fly across the room
Slicing through anyone in its path
You can try to run
But there is no hiding from its wrath.
So I tip toe past the mirror
That awaits my return home everyday
It watches my every move
As it waits to attack its prey
It haunts me as I sleep
There is no escape from this nightmare.
My strength weakens from the constant presence
I am destined to die in despair.
I cannot lead a life of fear anymore
I am sick of tight lungs and sweaty hands
She taunts me to end this war
To take over her command.
With white knuckles, I approach my foe
I attack with no plans of retreat.
Shards fly into my body
Blood begins to pool at my feet.
Eyes closed, I fall to my knees
Relieved to be rid of the enemy
And ignoring the pains from my battle,
I release my breath, finally free.
But this freedom tastes like fire
And when I open my eyes, I see
Thousands more staring back;
She knows she won as she laughs hysterically.
She makes her final move
Slowly slicing away my dreams
I cry burning tears of blood
My vision turns red as I scream.
She slices through my throat
Through my mind and thriugh my chest
Through what’s left of my pride
While I fall to lay in my final rest.
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