Mar 16, 2025
Her Mirror Zone: Where She Sees Her Past and Wonders What Next...
Her mirror holds the truth she dares not touch, A reflection, soft as breath, too pure to clutch. It whispers of the woman she once knew, Yet tells of wounds that only time can strew. • The glass reveals the secrets she would keep, A soul, both wild and tender, buried deep. Each glance a doorway to the heart’s unspoken, Yet fear and shame keep her from what’s unbroken. •• For what it shows may shatter her disguise, And still, she trembles at the truth's pure eyes. The story's inked, yet she recoils from it— To face the past, the mirror’s gaze feels lit. ••• But mirrors, like the ink she knows so well, Reveal what trembles softly, truth to tell.