Mirror

She looks great with her long curly red hair,
that seems like fire in the sunlight.
Her eyes sparkle like ambers, a matching pair,
long lashes surrounding them, her look so bright.
A figure of a goddess, lean and curvy.
Her smile a seduction with these full lips.
Her whole appearance worth a survey.
No matter what she wears, it clad's her hips.

She opens her eyes to look at her reflection.
A last wish to see what she so much admired,
but all she sees is blunt and imperfection.
Gone has that beautiful girl she conjured.
This princess that everybody would love.
Slamming her fist into the mirrors surface,
but killing the image is no solution thereof.
Tears fall and resignation takes place.

Blind hate floods her brain as she takes action.
Grabbing what’s left of the fair maidens envision.
Cutting her skin with a piece of reflection,
the slicing pain she feels, is no final decision.
This red strings of life, making her happy,
feeling warm as they run down her body.
The piece of mirror showing her unhappy
and her fading soul won’t ever meet somebody.