Sweat poured down my back as I ran in my floor-length white nightgown. It held me back from committing to a full sprint as I tripped through the forest. That looming feeling was gaining on me, stalking closer. Closer. My instincts told me to keep running and not look back, but fear gripped my head and forced me to look behind. What I saw was far more puzzling than terrifying.

A mirror. Gold gild...

When I look in the mirror,

I often see my mother’s face.

Eyes, beady and angry.

Nose, bloody and broken.

Teeth, jagged and raw.

My mother used to say that

the women in her family

were born vindictive and spiteful,

enmity coursing through our veins.

This was a curse

she blessed upon me

at birth,

a curse spanning

generation after generation.

Oftentimes,

I fall victim to the cycle,

spitting a...

It happens again.

A crash, a cry—

And before she even speaks,

Their eyes are on her.

Her little brother stands behind them,

tears trembling at the edge of his lashes,

his hands still sticky with what he’s done.

But they don’t see that.

They see her.

“Why can’t you be patient?” they say.

“Why do you always fight with him?”

And she wants to scream,

to tear the words out of her throat—

“I didn’t do...

When I look in a mirror I see a young woman. Brunette, brown eyes, and red glasses. That would be what everybody sees. But I see a female version of the joker. I play with my lipstick and create a huge smile and paint my face with white and create huge black eyeshadow. That is what I see when I look into a mirror, I see a Dr. Jekyll and a Mr. Hyde. The person my family sees everyday is nice ...

When I look in the mirror I see a girl who is dead.

It hurts to see her there, features warped and ever so slightly offset. The pain is sickening and sharp, but I am glad to see her anyways. Better she be trapped in the mirror than in my nightmares, although I know now that to be stuck in both is entirely possible.

It’s been 231 days since she died, and yet she will not stop following my every m...

I look into the mirror to see a girl whom isn’t me yet is all at the same time. There a girl whom has the same aburn hair; same hazel eyes. She stares at me with this gaze that makes me feel hollow on the inside.

Soon enough I started covering every mirror in my house with blankets, sheets, anything I could get my hands on.

“Honey… why are all the mirror covered?”

“She watches me… The ...

When I look in the mirror

Who is it that I see?

A version of myself I never thought I’d ever be

A version of myself

With a sadness in her eyes

If you asked me to explain it though,

I couldn’t tell you why…

When I look in the mirror

I hate the girl inside

I’d smash her frame to pieces

If only I could tell you why

She trusted far too easy

She loved him all too hard

He broke her down to nothing

He l...

In my closet there a stands a large bronze mirror. It's a kind of heirloom passed down from generation to generation, but no one in the family knows where it came from nor who acquired it. The only thing we know is that we shouldn’t ever look inside… but, I was never told a good reason not to.

I listened simply because others told me so, but after years of constantly being told no, I’ve grown cur...

When I look in the mirror I see someone being consumed by racing thoughts.

Someone being pushed down by what looks like a thousand tons of pressure and they are almost about to break.

They look like they are barely holding it together.

Like every racing thought is another blow to them. Another ton added to the pressure.

So much pressure they are almost swallowed whole.

Tears welling in their eyes...

I would look better in a broken mirror. I don’t like that I can’t hide my emotions, so my reflection shows my true feelings when inside I feel numb. I see my eyes’ blood vessels pulsing. My teeth are clenched and my eyebrows are stuck in a scowl. I have a pit in my stomach that makes me sink, my shoulders slouch and my wrists tighten. I try to distract my self, looking down at my lap and fidgeting...