The Eyes
She keeps shaking her head as she stares at the eyes. The haunted eyes. They're open too wide, they hold too much. But worst of all is the accusation and the guilt.
She tries to look away, but she's trapped in that gaze. A short, sharp cry allows her to jerk her face away. All the while, she thinks to herself, when I build my own place, there will be no mirrors in the bathroom.
She tries to look away, but she's trapped in that gaze. A short, sharp cry allows her to jerk her face away. All the while, she thinks to herself, when I build my own place, there will be no mirrors in the bathroom.