The mirror, the only mirror I will allow in my house
is on the floor, next to the basement door that I keep locked
with a skeleton key.
I threaten that mirror
on a daily basis
about the trip, the one way trip
to the basement that I will send it on unless it says what I want to hear.
” Do we feel chatty today?” I asked it very late last night, or maybe it was very early this morning. At any rate it was dark outside. And the mirror had been silent for many years now.
” A little ” it said in a voice that reminded me of crackling ice.
” Good. So shall we try this again?” I asked as I crouched down towards the floor. ” Tell me mirror, what do you see? Do you see beauty? Do you see a face that could launch a thousand ships or do you see a terror of flesh layered with clumsy hands on crooked and broken bones. What do you see Mirror?”
” I see my face you evil witch, and I want it back!” the Mirror crackled and spat in a rage. ” Give me back my face!”
” The face you hated? The one you scorned, the one you were about to take to the surgeon to carve up and remake? It suited me just fine, I promised to never hurt it. So with me it will stay. Unless that is, you’re up to making an apology and a promise.”
” Go to Hell.” was the reply.
I picked up the mirror and considered smashing it against the door- the one I keep locked with a skeleton key- but instead I turned it against the wall and said. ” Enjoy the view my faceless friend, we’ll chat again soon. Maybe.”