I can't step out into the world.

The echoes of her

thoughts reached

another dimension.

The flowers and leaves

might

wilt and dry

on my touch.

She declared with

a deep sigh.

The sun will lose

its lustre

when I look at it.

The shine will

go into hiding,

it will want refuge

from me.

She walked over

to the mirror.

Stared blankly at her own

reflection.

Stars will quit twinkling

when I begin to

admire them

with my eyes.

One of her hand

reached the surface

of the mirror

and stroke her own

reflection with

a kind of hopelessness

that seemed

unparalleled

through ages.

The soils of

the meadows

will lose their fertility

if I walk on them.

People will divert

their eyes from me

if I try

to approach

them.

Hideousness

has enveloped me.

She noticed

that a lonely tear

had escaped her eyes

after all the struggles

she had put

to keep it inside.

She stared

at her

lean reflection.

The void of her eyes

stared back at her.

The void spoke.

The flowers and leaves

are craving

for your touch

so that they can finally

stretch and yawn into a bud.

The sun

is awaiting your presence.

The stars

continue

to twinkle

knowing one day

you'll admire them

with your eyes.

The soils of the meadows

ache

for the familiar

gentleness

of your feet.

The eyes which

are worthy

of looking at you

are eager to see

the purity

in your possession.

The enchantments

lie

beneath the layers of

your skins and flesh.

Don't look at me, the void

with superficiality,

or your skin

calling it a disgrace.

Look beyond the void,

o woman

of exalted beauty.

Look beyond.