“Please listen to me,”
The sad girl in the mirror says.
“Please listen to me, and tell me I’m okay,”
She puts her hands to the cold glass
and looks at me with droopy red eyes.
“Please save me.”
…
“I don’t want to die.”
…
I cover my ears
and turn away
and shut the door behind me
as I leave.
She wails,
begging for me to return,
but I can’t stand to stall at the mirror
and stare at myself
and wish for impossible things.