Mirror, Mirror

When the mirror talks back to her with disappointed comments then it’s a bad day. Likewise, when the comments are uplifting and praiseworthy it’s a good day. But it all depends on what she wants the mirror to say. The truth can become very convoluted. Like the witch from Snow White. She wants the answers, but she only sees what she wants to see. Her thinking is distorted. When things don’t go her way she turns to new drugs, like the poisoned apple. It makes her numb for a spell. But the truth returns, just as vital. As unavoidable as it was when it was last seen in the looking glass.

She can do whatever she chooses in her witch shoes, but at the end of the day she is always right back where she started. Standing before her own reflection. Asking, was today good or bad? And then the she-witch will do what she does everyday. She will scrutinize herself, her waist, her complexion, her hair, and hope the mirror comes to some sort of conclusion.

But in the end she knows that the mirror never tells her. She does.