the reflection

i could not help but
watch her do what she did
a cold joke,
a cruel prank,
a long, drawn out death

mesmerizes me,
to see her do such evil things.
i cannot help but stare,
and when i do, she looks back.

she smiles as i realize
her identity
the deeds, the jokes,
the hate,
everything she does
reflects me.

a reflection of who i am.
i begin to hate it,
hate the mirror,
hate the reflection,
hate who i truly am.

i am on the outside,
i am looking in.
and she taunts me for it.

what to do,
in order to escape?
destroy the image,
fet rid of the mirror,
to defeat myself.

a look of slight worry,
appears on her face,
as she watches me
hold up the weapon.
she had to do the same,
she must follow my moves,
as well as i follow she.

i pushed the sword
through my chest,
slowly, painfully,
she will no longer taunt me.

but she grinned once more,
as she was dying with me.
she had won, for she was meant
to destroy me.

---mindie bolce