Wicked Reflection

How many minutes,hours or days
does she look in the mirror?
Time stands still as she amuses
herself with that wicked reflection
Rising weight,plain expression
her lips moving in vain
People tell her;
people laugh
What a wicked reflection!
Dark surroundings
short of breath
they all stare
they all wept
All around her
they all stare
at that girl
with the wicked glare
Even as she combs her hair
her eyes close with despair
What is pretty?
What is sweet
No one knows
about that wicked stare
sharp blade knife
red black splatters
on that mirror
She is pretty
she is sweet
She is dead
on that floor
the reflection amongst the mirror
Her very own wicked reflection
Till death do they part