Filamentos estelares -poemario-

Mirror

Then I looked in the mirror. A face that was once mine stared back at me. Battered face. Dry and ragged lips. Messy and dirty hair. Eyes surrounded by dark halos like dead, shadowed skin. Then I looked at my body... It was not prettier. Why didn't the mirror break when my being reflected in it? Lanky and scrawny. Pale and half alive, barely existing. Why did I get these scars that only impoverish my already poor appearance?

Nothing I saw deserved my liking... I felt a jumble in the place where my stomach was... Was it Disgusting? Revulsion?... Sadness? Pity? IDK.

And then I heard her:

-Did you really believe that you could be loved? Really? Sweetheart, how naive you are -said Mrs. D., whispering in my ear with mischief and sadism. She ran her cold tongue down my cheek, tasted my tears like nectar.

-No ... no ...- I said. And i moaned as covered my face with my hands.

Then I shrugged... So she wouldn't see me... But she would never get away from her malice; for she lived in my mind, in a house that I had built for Mr. A., but that she had invaded without permission. And she kept repeating things over and over, like an innocent nun reciting her prayers repeatedly. An endless litany.

-Come on, darling -she said, while she guided my hands to a blade and gave me sharp cuts-... You know you're worth nothing, why are you lying to yourself? -I was crying and trying to scream, but with one of her thousands of bony hands she grabbed me by the throat, squeezing me, not letting me speak- There's nothing... Nothing! For you, in this world so cruel and full of misery, why don't you see that I am trying to help you?! Come with me... she Settles those silver leaves and lets each drop of red tears flow until you are without any pain... No sadness... No life.

»I know you want it... And it's not bad, darling. The world is so much for someone as weak and useless as you... Come on -aid Mrs. D.-... give your body to the immensity. Let go... And come with me.