Behind The Mirror

By Vagdha S

“Mirror, mirror, who’s the best?”

Snow White’s fairytale makes me wonder─

Who does my mirror reflect?

I think of looking at it today.

I meet my own gaze, all decorated,

Yet all I find are wounds, fresh and flaming.

Those make tears fall like the heart’s pipe has burst;

Salt and water melt from my frozen heart.

I only hope it won’t melt me away. 

Now, the heart inside me is dried─

No ice, no water;

But I make sure no one hears my lack of heartbeats.

Piercing my heart feels nothing.

Because it has died and left a blank.

Although a push and pull awakens me,

And forces me to meet my reflection once more.

I glimpse the cracks that might break with a touch.

But I am all decorated, with a grin too fake to last.

Once again, my eyes find the wounds,

Faded but festering to the bones.

I whisper for a warmth in the dark,

To heal my wounds and ease the pain.

But it never finds me.

“Mirror, mirror, who’s utterly lost?”

I meet my gaze, again.

By Vagdha S