Mirror

The girl stared into me

From her position on

The bathroom floor.

I stared back.

She hugged her knees tightly

Her hair was stuck to her teary face

She looked at the knife

On the bathroom floor.

I looked at it too.

"Ugh!" she said suddenly,

And threw her hairbrush at me.

I cracked into a million pieces,

And the shards fell

Onto the bathroom floor.

But I could still see her.

"I'm going to end my ugliness!"

She said. She picked up the knife,

Pricked her finger.

A single drop of blood

Dripped onto the bathroom floor.

I could do nothing.

I was just a mirror after all,

Broken, just like her.

I could not show her

How beautiful she was,

Because I could not reflect her soul.

The knife cut deep into her wrist,

Blood spurted onto the clothes she wore,

She fell down in a pool of red,

Onto the bathroom floor.

Here's a thought:

The things that you say

May leave scars that don't fade away

How about tasting your words

Before you spit them out?