She made me feel

like I was of no

worth.

Like I was a burden

in the mirror.

She would stare

at me.

Her big brown eyes

Shattered by the

world beyond.

Although my breath

fought for her

consent,

She fled on skin and

bone,

Until the shining scythe,

sliced her brutal

neck.

My eyes condemned the

burning reflection,

as the girl who once

graced the damaged

mirror,

lay empty on

a bed of redness.