𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑖𝑟

THERE’S SOMETHING UGLY AND FERAL INSIDE HER. the reflection is a mockery of herself. it’s a frail duckling of a thing barely sprouting downy feathers. her pretty smile seems to ebb and flow with every passing thought. sit up straight joy. you’re not wearing that are you joy? joy let your father speak. that ugly little thing lurks and grows. a sob wracks her body shaking her lithe frame. good, she thinks. it’s the first time she’s cried in months. the small girl in the mirror moves surreptitiously. she endures ribbons and bows and other adornments and vaseline shined teeth. she never speaks unless spoken to and always in a reverent tone. then she bends over and presents herself for fucking to whatever small-dicked brat her parents have selected for her. she looks at her reflection once again in the mirror and howls. a guttural, unhinged noise rips from her chest and the mirror shatters. her visage crystallizes into a million pieces and she heaves. the mirror girl is gone, she thinks she likes the shattered one better anyways.