I look in the mirror a I hate what I see. Not just the bed head or the bed breath or the pores but I hate everything to the point it makes me want to vomit. Unfortunately I’m not looking into the mirrors like in Cinderella where my fairy godmother could come out and make me into something I wow t to see. I hate you…...

They say breaking a mirror is bad luck. But is it? This must be the third mirror this month. My knuckles bleed every time, yet I can’t seem to get myself a bandaid. Because what is in that mirror is horrendous. It’s devastating.

“Come on, Mary, for the last time. There’s no blood there.”

I’ve been sleeping until 3:00am every morning. I’m not sure why. It’s calling me.

It’s all just so bloody.

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The mirror sits on my wall. I refuse to look inside. I know what awaits for me inside my mirror. I avoid my reflection as I strip for my shower. I sob as I think back on my day not wanting to remember the horrible details. I feel as if I am eating glass. Life feels like torture. People tell me “just wait, it gets worse”. I want to give up. I want to leave. My eyes meet with the reflection and I am...

_1968 _

In his reflection was a pair of dark brown eyes, the color of dark, dark chocolate with streaks of yellowish-brown. In his reflection was a stern, furrowed, thick brow. In his expression was curly black-brown hair that fell down in front of his face from days of not cleaning it. In his reflection was a broad, slightly round face. In his reflection was a boy with a broad figure and dark b...

I really tried to become the woman I was supposed to be. The perfect voice, the most beautiful face, the ecstatic friend— if she were to look at the girl she’s grown up to be, would she work as hard as she did… _for me_?

Looking back, I was creative, funny, great at so many things, and so where did I go wrong? Was I too bossy? Greedy? I cry and I cry, screaming why it was always me punished when...

_Exhibitionists stopped Alias from being the person he hoped to develop into. The man on the yellow wooden stage stopped him from being what he desired. Why did it have to be people with fame that set the tone? Alias questioned his desire to be famous,one not to bend over infront of a camera confirming his goods, he was above that._

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_Alias strode away from the tv. He couldn’t do it anymore. He ...

When I look in the mirror,

They dont know what I see,

It’s truely a horror,

Staring back at me.

He’s bloody and gross,

And stares me down.

I take my dose,

And he leaves me to drown.

As I take these pills,

He starts to go away,

He gives me chills,

An eerie display....

“Mirror, mirror, on my wall,” I chant in quiet glee, “Who’s the fairest of them all?” I gaze at my reflection, awaiting no answer in particular. My fingers comb through my soft, luscious raven curls, and I bat my hazel eyes. I dust blush onto my high cheekbones, brush my lips with oil and wine, and smile at the perfection before me, giving my gown one last twirl.

I giggle and laugh at my reflecti...

He was gone, now. Every morning, while I was checking how I look or doing my makeup, he would come up behind me, hold me, and stare at my reflection with me. He would smile, kiss my neck, tell me I’m beautiful. His reflection didn’t appear this time. He was gone. I stared into the mirror willing him to come back. I stared into my own eyes. I had dark circles under them from lack of sleep and cryin...

“Well, it’s like this Doctor Parish:—I realize I’ve strayed too far into my dream, the moment my surroundings become unrecognizable.  It happens like clockwork.  Everything that I am familiar with, suddenly disappears.  My home, my family, my friends:—they simply vanish.  And once that happens, my reality, as I know it in my head, also changes.  I transform into something else, something, somethin...