who could have thought the mind would be this dangerous.
set loose on its own,
destroying bodies.
as she swishes mouth wash around her teeth,
her reflection stares at her.
of course, she will never know.
her gaze moves across the bathroom,
but the reflected eyes never once break their glance.
staring at the body their forever trapped in.
the heavy bags underneath the eyes sag,
melt, drip down the face.
of course, she never sees it, though.
she steps to go put on some lotion.
the mirror shows her head being torn into two.
gruesome lines of blood cling to the other side,
not wanting to let go.
the brain is exposed, the face is no longer a face.
it is destroyed.
of course, she can't see it happening.
of course, she'll never feel that pain.
of course, it's merely her reflection.
she spits out the mouth wash.
and as her head is in the sink,
the reflection stands back up,
gets a gun and does what it's always wanted to.
it shoots the mirror it has been trapped behind.
but it doesn't get an escape,
not yet.
she stands up quickly after hearing the shattering of glass.
the mirror is in pieces.
how did this destruction appear when she has been home alone the whole time?
a sudden pain shoots into the middle of her brain.
she drops down to floor,
never to get back up again.
a sudden breeze flows out the mirror.
and no one knows how her murder came to be.

July 7th, 2019