Mirror Talk
The sweet caress of a blade, the pouring of blood from the opening on a cheek. The empty face stares back at me in the mirror, bleeding from a wound to its cheek, devoid of emotion and without a gram of care about the wound on the cheek. A line begins to flow from the cut in the middle of its face to fall to its chin, falling down into the sink below, leaving a trail mirroring the line made by the tears on the other cheek earlier in the night.
What a pathetic person, that person looking at me is, to have gone from the arms of their beloved one day to the edge of a knife the next after being tossed aside by that beloved person. What could anyone possibly see in a person like that?
“You’re worthless.”
I tell the other, and that other raises the knife and touches their cheek with the flat side of the knife.
“Finding comfort from the graze of a knife...what do you expect to gain from this?”
The other ignores my question, but turns the knife towards the cheek and presses down, cutting into the flesh and separating it. Blood begins to form from within the line and flow out as the knife withdraws from the skin. I blink my eyes and stare at the other as the blood from the new cut connects with the other, like a tributary feeding to a river.
“You’re abandoned by the person you love the most, and now you’ve lost all desire to live? What’s your excuse for living before her?”
I watch as the other shakes his head and looks at the blood on the knife.
“Doing this won’t change things for the better, and you know it. Nothing will. Are you satisfied with this poison?”
The other nods and moves the knife in front of his eye.
“So you’re willing to die because she left you, when you were willing to live for her just yesterday?”
The other nods.
“Weak. You’re so weak. No strength in you, it’s no wonder she left your ass.”
The other nods.
“It’s a wonder she saw anything whatsoever in you in the first place. You don’t deserve the gift of life given to you.”
The other stabs the knife into his eye and lets out a scream. He sets his free hand on the mirror and pulls the knife out.
“You deserve death. Just hurry up and die.”
The other puts the knife to his throat and closes his eyes before slicing his throat open and collapsing to the ground.
What a pathetic person, that person looking at me is, to have gone from the arms of their beloved one day to the edge of a knife the next after being tossed aside by that beloved person. What could anyone possibly see in a person like that?
“You’re worthless.”
I tell the other, and that other raises the knife and touches their cheek with the flat side of the knife.
“Finding comfort from the graze of a knife...what do you expect to gain from this?”
The other ignores my question, but turns the knife towards the cheek and presses down, cutting into the flesh and separating it. Blood begins to form from within the line and flow out as the knife withdraws from the skin. I blink my eyes and stare at the other as the blood from the new cut connects with the other, like a tributary feeding to a river.
“You’re abandoned by the person you love the most, and now you’ve lost all desire to live? What’s your excuse for living before her?”
I watch as the other shakes his head and looks at the blood on the knife.
“Doing this won’t change things for the better, and you know it. Nothing will. Are you satisfied with this poison?”
The other nods and moves the knife in front of his eye.
“So you’re willing to die because she left you, when you were willing to live for her just yesterday?”
The other nods.
“Weak. You’re so weak. No strength in you, it’s no wonder she left your ass.”
The other nods.
“It’s a wonder she saw anything whatsoever in you in the first place. You don’t deserve the gift of life given to you.”
The other stabs the knife into his eye and lets out a scream. He sets his free hand on the mirror and pulls the knife out.
“You deserve death. Just hurry up and die.”
The other puts the knife to his throat and closes his eyes before slicing his throat open and collapsing to the ground.
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