Portals To Another World

p -lay in- ain

    The thing in the mirror clawed at the edges. It's black fingers scraping and cutting along the sides. But the mirror didn't crack. She stood, with bare skin exposed, head tilted to one side,
                                                         staring
     at the mirror like it would shatter at her command.
    It's hollow eyes crawled with centipedes, each leg reminding her of her own fears, scuttling down her spine.
    Skin dragging along a freshly washed glass.
    Grit between your teeth.
    A single invisible stone in your shoe.
    A price tag that scissors refuses to cut.
    The only pen in the house, vacant of ink.
                           
                             A single drop of black falls to the floor

Muttered words that hung on see-through threads
        Who is in control
                 No hate, no anger, no sadness,
                       This feeling transcends words
    You ask for an embrace but disappear as I turn the corner
    I wonder if you know how I feel
    A rose that has been diminished by a blade hacking at it's hard earned roots
                                 How can you do that
                                                                                       Let me lay in pain