When Georgie O’Conner looks in the mirror he sees an ugly, ugly man.

He knows he is not ugly. Not by the lady’s standards, and certainly not be his father’s, unfortunate as that may be for him. But it doesn’t change the fact that when the blonde from Valentine ran a soft, buttery hand over the sloping bridge o fhis nose, all he cook imagine was the slight sting of her hand brushing over the rais...

I see something

Something that is me

Something that’s uncanny

I smile

She smirks

I frown

She laughs

This isn’t a normal mirror

And this isn’t me

This is a nightmarish version

Of myself

That I grimace at the look

Of her unhinged eyes

I breath slowly

Then faster

I feel cold hands around my neck

Is she choking me

I turn around to see

That she has stepped outside of the mirror

I awakene...

I lifted the cloth that kept the reflections from me. It had been a while since I last tried to see through the veil, into the mirror at the end of the hall. I steeled myself and dragged my eyes up the figure in front of me. The dark denim of their jeans, the bloodstained shirt tucked into the waistband, and the sickly pale skin leading up to a ghastly face. Their eyes were sunken and heavy, but t...

When I look in the mirror disgust is all I see.

I’m filled with emotions of hatred and pity.

Pity for who I once was and what I am now. Hatred for those who turned me into this thing, this monster. Oh, I once was beautiful, oh some months ago. But beauty had a price they wouldn’t let me pay. I paid the price then and I’d pay it again. For starving yourself is a small price to pay for a smaller wai...

When I look, a reflection succeeds. It sees the past, present, and future in green. A bit of a common color if you ask me.

Like seaweed to water is leaves to a branch. Or like the dress to Tinkerbell, crafted hand in hand.

A childhood story that lights up like magic, but every story wishes to be seen first untold.

No more questions, nothing can be seen with a keen eye.

My green reads in staine...

Dakota traced a finger along the edge of the mirror, her breath fogging the glass. She used to love looking at her reflection—fixing her hair, practicing a smile before a first date, studying the way her eyes lit up when she laughed.

But now, when she looked in the mirror, she barely recognized herself.

Her cheeks were hollow, her once-bright eyes dulled. The weight of too many goodbyes, too man...

When I look in the mirror,

All I see is a creature,

I don’t if it’s real,

But I don’t have any fear

This creature has horns,

Telling me,

And telling me,

To get into his mind.

And all I think is

Don’t try to get kind....

mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?

not me i’ll scream at the top of my lungs, not me i’ll cry until death comes to great me

mirror mirror on the wall, why do you hate me?

the face i see everyday changes by the minute, is it mine? or just another figmant of my imagination

you’ll never understand how i’ve wished so god damn hard for pieces of me to go away, i thought it wo...

I see your instability.

I see the way you cannot focus

unless someone else’s demise brings you joy.

I see how the things I once believed held you together

are now the fibers that tear you apart,

suspending you above the things you despise.

I see how your leg shakes when you’re anxious,

waiting for someone to hold it still,

and how you speed up when you glimpse your shadow,

following you in quiet...

When I look in the mirror I know what I see, Changing faces that like to lie to me,

Scratch, pull, beg or plea,

I can’t escape this and be free,

I can’t stop these thoughts that loom,

In my mind behind my eyes full of doom,

I can’t escape this prison without a room,

I feel the poison in the mirror starting to bloom,

Every time I look I see a different mask,

Holding me down steadfast in the past,...