Escaping Demons

What's a mirror with no glass,

not broken, hanging,

broken fragile

empty,

eyes closed.

Don't mind her,

she's our friend

It's not what you think,

no no no.

Friends.

Yes.

We're friends.

She just...

She just does that sometimes.

It's normal, yes of couse.

Yes.

Normal.

No, she's just a weird kid.

What is that..?

Oh, no no no.

No, it's not.

We would never.

Rope, what rope?

She just likes to dress up.

Blood,

oh dear, no,

we don't like that word.

Such a

specific

word

to choose

for such a situation.

Perhaps it was ink,

she was a writer.

Is..

a writer,

forgive my mistake.

She had,

has

this light in her eyes when she writes,

but the light never showed in the hanging reflection,

she would smile and look,

then frown,

slip,

Yes, she's okay.

She's fine.

Just resting.

Just tired.

Just over done,

and now she sleeps.

How would I know a human neck would break so easily.

Poor girl, so fragile.