Fiction

The Mirror was my Prison

sometimes you have to put yourself first

She no longer feared the bones that got stuck in the well water bucket

he sweeps up flowers and shards of ceramic

A smile that would make any lady’s knees go weak

This time, the words don’t even sound human.

Every day we spoke in the stables, I fell for her more

He lights a cigarette and lets the smoke fill the room.

That is when the hunt begins.

She wanted to stay here forever in this room full of glamour

It was a cold dark night out, perfect weather for the hunt