• She stares into the blood splattered mirror.
    Her naked body covered with a small towel.
    Did she really do it?
    Did she kill him because of the mirror?
    The mirror told her too.
    It whispered secret's into her ear.
    Kill him, Kill him. Before it is too late. Before he awakens. Kill him
    She carried the knife to the room.
    The bed empty, dents from their bodies, making love each night.
    She met him in the bathroom, and there he would die.
    A scream and blood.
    She stares into the mirror. Laughter in her mind.
    Maybe she was crazy.
    Maybe she was a lie.