Vitreous Viciousness Poem by Caroline Green

I bought The Mirror from
an antique shop. She was
beautiful, sparkling and
silver--my second favorite
winning piece, the reward
of my good efforts, my
saving. I cherished
Mirror for many days.
She showed me handsome
women, golden with
youth, innocent eyes
matching innocent hands.
In exchange for friendly
displays, I was Her
devoted maid. Mirror's
transparency remained
perpetually dazzling,
sparkling silver. And
yet, Her
bewitched
glass began
its inevitable
eviction of
the once
homey
exhibits.
The girl in
Mirror's new
reflection,
unrecognizable
beyond
measure.
My skin
screams as
She yearns
to devour
Her prey.
My beloved
antique, now
overcome with
wickedness.
The beauty
ripples away
as if I threw
a silver stone
in the pond.
She shows me
my nemesis in
a cruel joke,
and I am
trapped
underneath
the harsh
canary light
in my
bathroom.
Like sworn
enemies, we
leer defiantly
at one another,
animosity
swirling in
the air above.
Violent stares
within the
reflective
squares,
sharp snarls
accompanied
by the burning
ocean that
made a
permanent
home in her
eyes. Why
must she
advocate
against me
now? I am
returning The
Black Mirror
today, for she
has burdened
me with evil
enigmatic
trickery.