Woman In The Mirror

How did I get here?

Where could I be?

I’m sitting on a couch

in a house consequently

I feel her presence next to me

I glance slowly, fear rising

Her face is black and twisted

Past recognizing

I’m afraid but

I can sense she’s in great need

The hairs on my body alert

I’m nervous

Suddenly we are both above

Up the stairs thereof

I can see her standing in the mirror

She begins to claw at her face

The pictures getting clearer

I stand at a distance

“Come out!” I want to scream

But the fear has kept me

On the line of least resistance

Who is this woman?

Why is she so troubled?

Something is deep inside

Evils she cannot hide

I’m awake

And I realize

That woman was me