Mirror
Lies
The mirror lies to you.
Its glassy, shallow fragmented reality distorts your vision, half from the painted glass, half from your own tears.
The mirror shatters, silver becoming red with the blood from your knuckles.
"No." You whisper, picking shards from your skin.
"No." You say, louder now, as the door opens.
"No." Again, now lying in his bed.
"Yes." A difference, and a soft kiss, dry, soft lips to dry, papery ones.
And you know now that the mirror was telling the truth.
Its glassy, shallow fragmented reality distorts your vision, half from the painted glass, half from your own tears.
The mirror shatters, silver becoming red with the blood from your knuckles.
"No." You whisper, picking shards from your skin.
"No." You say, louder now, as the door opens.
"No." Again, now lying in his bed.
"Yes." A difference, and a soft kiss, dry, soft lips to dry, papery ones.
And you know now that the mirror was telling the truth.
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And there's chapter two!