The Other Side

The glint of the chrome thermacol cutter by the window quickly gave me images in mind. I remembered seeing the same glint in the mirror, only bigger. How long ago was that, that I looked into the mirror? Huh! ..As if time matters anymore! But yes, I do remember what I saw in the mirror. A haggard old droopy skinned … thing. Untamed long ugly grey white hair bordered the face.. and the skin had various shades of red everywhere. The nerves had popped up purple all over and I think I had seen a tiny constant movement in them too.. but then again it could just be my mind playing games.

I remember seeing in the mirror an old naked man, stripped off everything that helps life make sense- he was red, sore, numb, old and soulless. There was a wisp of pale yellow from behind the old man in the mirror. It looked inviting.. enticing!.. magnetic!!! The wisp pulled me into the mirror.

Now I don’t see the mirror anymore. But I see him, that damned thing!! It looks at me with eyes cold and a fiery red. My body looks so much stronger containing ‘it’ though, as if that’s why my body was made in the first place.

Its strange how I am in here frozen in the mirror looking outside through the window in my room.. something that I’ve loved doing most. But the strange bit is how I miss looking at the mirror now.. at how it shines when light falls onto it. Ah, the glinty blade reminds me of my ‘freedom’.