she willed herself

to open her eyes,

and to peek out,

as the light entered

and see her reflections—

the fake ones.

she didn't believe

a figment of it,

how he said she changed,

but shifted that blame,

entirely on her shoulders.

she looked at the mirror,

everything seemed

to be perfectly well.

what they didn't know

was how it willed her heart,

to shatter and stumble,

while she struggled

to numb the pain,

and forgot how to love

as the mirror shattered, too.