The mirror casts an eerie reflection upon my troubled brow, an ominous shadow as I cross its path, beckoning me, halt, behold the Demon of your torment, raise
thine eyes unto it's own, that it may bleed thy life away further still, feasting upon the innermost recesses of your heart and soul.
Body trembling, my eyes slowly ascend, fixating themselves upon the ghastly reflection that follows me to and fro, relentless in pursuit, Its bone ridden, clawed hands, feverishly grasping yet another dagger, awaiting a brief moment of inattention, that it may once again lunge forward and carve yet another piece from my heart, my soul, and devour it before my very eyes.
Those eyes, those cold, inhuman, heartless eyes; so dark, empty of feeling, totally void of emotion, glaring at me while that hideous, evil, gargled laugh mocks me to no end, filling my soul with an ominous feeling of dread and doom.
Why won't you leave me alone?
Why must you always fade away, teasing me with a few brief moments of peace, while you lurk in the darkness of the shadows only to pounce on me once again?
Tears, oh, the tears rake over my cheeks, a torrential flood of emotion I'm helpless to detain any longer.
For the pain, the excruciating, unbearable pain is once again inflicted upon me, sheer terror as I clutch my chest just as the dagger is extracted with yet another piece of my heart.
And as my head slowly rises, I gasp one final cry, for my nemesis has struck once more, from a Reflection in the mirror.........
© Nichole Letitia "Nikki" Byrom
September 23, 1997
