She stares at the girl, the
spineless little thing.
Always cowering. Always crying. Always
bruising.
She stares at the girl’s split
lips, the black and blue coloring the skin under her shirt.
When they lock eyes, she offers a
small smile.
The girl does not see.
Her eyes are empty.
Dead.
She sees red.
A flash of movement- bony fists
against cold smooth surface- and the mirror breaks.
She looks down and sees.
Her own bloody fists.
Her own bruised body.
She sees herself.
Something breaks.
A single thought crosses her mind.
I am powerless.
And now she truly is.
I wrote this for the Cooler Lumpur event, 100hundred. I don't know if they'll accept this submission tho. Well, fingers crossed.
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