Dance the reel - Part I
It’s a starry starry night. Your eyes are closed. You smile as the curtains fly around. Ocassionally caressing your bare skin. Another crack in the mirror. You stand in front of it trying to make sense out of your disfigured face.
Mirrors. What a creation! The only entities that never lie. Mirrors. They don’t care. If they hurt you with what they tell. They only tell the truth.
You trace your tears on the smooth surface. You cant feel them on the cold film. You wonder if you looked real hard, would the mirror start weeping your tears?
You were once told, your best friend in life is not your mirror and your mirror is not your best friend in life…
You cut your finger on the jagged edge from where it broke and then looked at it, bleeding your blood. Your fragmented smile. A million tears. A thousand lights shining behind you.
These lips… swollen by his passion. You wipe your blood on you lips. They are redder than ever. You do taste of yourself again.
You let the blood on the mirror be. For a moment it looks alive. Human for once… bleeding.
speaking the purest truth… love
- Neha
Tags: mirrors, reflections, love, irish reel
Sameer says:
uncomparable, keep it up. i’m speechless
November 14th, 2005 at 07:25 pm