The Mirror

She made me feel

like I was of no

worth.

Like I was a burden

in the mirror. 

She would stare 

at me.

Her big brown eyes-

Shattered by the

world beneath.

Although my breath

fought for her 

consent,

She fled on skin and

bone,

Until the shining scythe,

sliced her brutal

neck.

My eyes condemned the

burning reflection,

as the girl who once

graced the damaged

mirror,

lay empty on

a bed of redness.

Author's Note

Please tell me if you liked it or disliked it. Hope you all have a well-deserved weekend!

Reviews

[Tobes]

I'm up and down on this one. Overall, it's a win. Why? Because I got the idea. Or my version of what the idea was. And there were parts that I liked. Can you tell that there is a "but"coming? (Smile)
I almost felt like you rushed a bit on this one. Big brown eyes... Simplicity, or cliché?
Maybe I think too much, but I'm supposed to give you whatever the piece creates in me, right?

[PandaPeaceful]

Honest reviews over pity reviews. You're right. (As expected) I'm going to dig deeper and see if I can find gold.

[Karmee]

Wow! such a strong write here, like this a lot

[PandaPeaceful]

Thank you!

[Amrita]

I really liked your writing style..
And the way you displayed your emotions in this poem is amazing..
Keep writing:)

[PandaPeaceful]

Thank you! I really appreciate it.

[alanwgraham]

I do like it very much. The mirror is a great metaphor for looking into ourselves but also looking into a mirror does stimulate self contemplation. Your poem is quite simple but a very powerful description of self harm. I particularly liked your images 'shining scythe' and 'bed of redness'. One minor slip - I guess 'a' in line 2 should be 'I'.
Well done for this .
Alan

[PandaPeaceful]

Thank you for telling me about the error! I am very grateful for your review Alan. I hope you find yourself well.