Her expression is as blank as a fresh paper,
Brown sugar eyes gaze lifelessly at something in the distance.
Each day, her eye bags are darker than the last.
Nervously, she nibbles at her fingertips.
Sniffles escape softly
Covered by a quiet "sorry"
The ends of her mouth pull limply
Into a weak sheepish smile.
It's as if I could see her soul being removed.
Carelessly, leaving behind an empty shell.
It has no purpose anymore.
She had no purpose anymore.
A slight tapping can be heard
From the other side of the mirror.
Sunlight streams in
As we switch places.
-m.
