TRAPPED

I’m being haunted by the woman in the mirror. She’s not my reflection, but an entity all onto herself. Something like me, but not quite me.

This madness began two years ago, on my wedding day. Since then, I’ve feared for my life because I know what she wants and what it is she’s trying to do. When we’re in the company of others she pretends, hides her true self by seamlessly mimicking my expressions and gestures. But when it’s just the two of us, she refuses to play the part. Instead, her face contorts into something misshapen and her mouth opens in silent screams as she claws at the surface.

She’s trying to get out, trying to exchange places, trying to put me inside the mirror.

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