There’s a girl in my mirror—
streaks of mascara
running down her face,
smudged lipstick,
a maniacal smile.
I don’t know whether
I fear or admire her,
but something
doesn’t feel right
about her.
Maybe it’s her expression—
not fully there,
not even fully human, maybe.
She flicks a lighter
on and off.
That’s when I notice
her hair—frazzled,
like it’s been burnt.
I want to look away,
but I can’t.
There’s something about her gaze,
like she’s pleading with me
to stay
just a little longer.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 9:03 AM UTC
There’s a girl in my mirror—
streaks of mascara
running down her face,
smudged lipstick,
a maniacal smile.
I don’t know whether
I fear or admire her,
but something
doesn’t feel right
about her.
Maybe it’s her expression—
not fully there,
not even fully human, maybe.
She flicks a lighter
on and off.
That’s when I notice
her hair—frazzled,
like it’s been burnt.
I want to look away,
but I can’t.
There’s something about her gaze,
like she’s pleading with me
to stay
just a little longer.
