I look in the mirror to notice that there's a stranger looking at me.
Tears roll from her eyes, a face painted with misery
- in fact it's quite ugly.
She looks down and stares at her screen, realizing she's just been left on read.
Honestly, I wonder what's going on inside this stranger's head.

Cursed vivid thoughts start to ricochet inside tightened manacles
- she's not OK.
Her palms turn clammy, sweating  with fear until loneliness and heartbreak causes her skin to shear. With chilling sorrow fulfilling her eyes it causes more pain to enhance her cries.

I look into the mirror and notice that the stranger remains staring at me.