HORROR Poem: The Reflection’s deal, by Jayde Fontana

I stared at my reflection, exhausted, full of rage.
Placing my hand upon the mirror, I begged to end the pain.
“Perhaps I may be of some help, and we may both be assuaged.”
I was startled to hear the little voice, it must only be in my brain
“Look ahead, for I am real, at least while you are near.”
I looked into the mirror, And lo, it was myself who spoke.
My own voice filled the room while my lips held still with fear.
Within the mirror’s smooth glass, my reflection awoke.

“Hello my twin” the mirror said in a high and hopeful voice,
“Tell me what troubles you so.”
I groaned “Oh!
How I envy you, you know not my strife!
For I am burdened with horrid choice! All throughout my life!”

I held my head within my hands and sobbed again once more.
My reflection asked:
“And why should choice cause such pain? And make you feel so poor?”
I looked at her through bleary eyes and said through muffled sobs,
“Choices only bring me fear and dread.
For when I make one incorrect, it haunts me until I feel dead.”
“I would not know, for I make none. Reflecting you is my only job.”
“For that my friend you’re lucky.” I stated in reply
“I could say the same to you, and yet you still cry.”
I looked into the mirror and asked “whatever could you mean?”
“You have the gift of life” it said “without you I cannot be seen.
I cannot choose to feel joy or despair; the only time I do,
Is when we face each other, and I’m forced to copy you.
And even then I know not why, we may laugh or cry.
I know not the reason for anything I do”

I wiped the tears from my face, and stared into my own eyes.
“Oh how I envy you” I said, “free will is only a burden to human lives.”
The reflection stared back and said, “Perhaps we should swap places,
I can claim your human life, while you reflect my faces.”

I reached out toward the mirror, as another hand emerged.
I felt myself grow flat, as my skin was purged.
I looked upon my own flesh, who laughed with joy and glee.
“Oh how great it is to finally be free!”
She moved her new flesh hand, causing me to do the same.
“I shall make our choices now, to spare you from your pain.”
I felt the same joy she showed, yet I could not not reply.
My reflection turned and walked away, as our relief made us cry.
I walked toward the mirror’s frame, and saw nothing ahead.
I stepped into the void, and felt a great dread.

The next time I saw her, it was not quite as clear.
I was walking within the windows of old shops by the pier.
Next to me were several others, reflecting the busy street.
Repeating all the actions of those who walked in the heat
Some giggled, some cried, some spoke, some walked, and some sat.
Some wore long flowing dresses, while others wore large sun hats.

I walked again into the darkness, wondering where it would spit me out.
I emerged distorted, feeling rounder as I looked up at myself.
My reflection picked me up and shoved me in her mouth.
She put me back then repeated again and again.
Eating as she spoke with somebody else,
I felt my lips repeat her but I knew not what I said or felt

The next time I emerged I was lying down in bed,
Within the white glass lamp that sat just near her head.
“For years I’ve envied you,” she said as I mouthed back to her.
“I’ve hated you for having what I did not, for making me suffer.
Now I am finally free, while you are trapped just like me.”
I wanted to scream, to beg her to let me out,
But I had lost all control over my own mouth.