The mirror by the door is cracked and crooked, and the image it reflects is worse yet for the wear. Methodically she wipes at her tears, dabs at her broken lip, and powders her swollen cheek, but the reflection never really changes. Then she opens the door and the sunlight sets her light brown eyes to smouldering. As she walks away, head held high never looking back, the mirror’s perspective changes reflecting a different set of truths. She is strong, she is determined, and she is never coming back.


As seen on Broken Mirror by ilovethat