The room was lost in memories and delicate thoughts. In the heart of it all stood that one memorable thought; a looking glass. Its posture was tall and firm, encrusted with crystals of clear. The seaside sun cast itself onto the crystal, forming a heavenly light into the chamber of memories.
My reflection beckoned for me to reach out to myself. I reached out to the person on the other side only to let my fingers bleed. The stinging crystals pierced my face. My body writhed in pain. The afflictions from the sharp edges were the harsh memories that couldn't be left forgotten. My eyes were blinded by the warm velvet blood.
The last thing I ever saw was the dark memory that reflected back at me instead of myself. It would never be forgotten. I awoke in my room to find myself untouched by the crystal. But the looking glass; It must still be here.
-S.H. Pierce
