The girls’ bouncy blond curls
meant nothing,
for when she looked through the glass,
she saw lifeless tufts,
although her reflection
begged to disagree.
Eyeliner was strung out
too far,
in an attempt to cover the eyes
her reflection thought
were beautiful.
Reflection banged on the glass,
hoping to show what she saw,
but the girl
was too far gone.
Reflection cracked the glass,
hoping the girl would see,
but all she saw was a crack
mistaken for bad luck.