The mirror. It haunts me.

When I look in the mirror, I see a fire. Bright, blazing fire.

I see destruction. And anger. I can see it.

When I stand in front of the mirror and stare into it. With my long hair waving in the wind. The breeze in my palm.

I can feel it. Feel it! I can feel it when I stand in front of that mirror. I feel the power.

When I stand in front of the mirror my eyes glow. I feel the power. Like everyone is bowing down to me.

But then when I step away the mirror I’m back to normal.

That mirror is going to possess me one day.

I’m sure of it…