the mirror in my room is covered in a sheet
no need to see the reflection

but every once in a while I lift up a corner
and peek at the unseen
the silverish glass shines back
and I flinch at what I glimpse

I see someone
hurt
scars cover their body, leaving no spot smooth for a person to caress
red
cheeks that once were laden in blush now sting from dried up tears, not a spot unshed for a person to kiss
different
they were the closest person to me, they've changed, they've gone, turned into the monster that they never wanted to become

the mirror in my room is covered in a sheet
no need to see the reflection
(im not there)