Return to me; the indigo veil falls.
Chill permeates this heart:
The space carved out for you.
With baited breath, I stretch my arms:
She sat on the ground before it. Her red hair falling into her eyes as she glanced demurely at the surface. She sat with her legs crossed and her shoulders curved. The posture of someone defeated but still here. Her life reflected before her on the silver wall. She felt small and inadequate in this mirage staring…