Now traumatised by silence,
Engulfed in self pity,
All that her reflection showed her,
was her pain,
How could she stoop so low?
"Pull yourself, woman!", he'd scream.
She'd let him ruin her wholly.
There wasn't a part of her left,
that wasn't screaming for help.
The mirror reflected her angst,
Her heart was breaking,
bit by bit,
into pieces, that she couldn't assemble,
into parts, that were lost forever.
Her innocence, her charm, her spirit,
She was vulnerable.
What was she waiting for?
For someone new, to come and break her completely?
She had lost once, not again.
As she drank the last remnants of the bottle,
it was peace at last.
The reflection was dying,
and so was she.