THE TRANSFORMATION
“The Transformation”
She sits at the mirror in the dimming light
Painting her face for the coming night
Lipstick red like a fresh warm tear
Her hands start to shake with a sudden fear
She pulls back her hair to smooth every strand
A violent tremor hits her right hand
Her breath turns to ash; her throat fills with smoke
Her own quiet heart begins to choke
The mirror reflects an agonizing bend
She feels her small soul come to an end
A sickening rip beneath
Her soft skin
The bones of her face start shifting within.
Her fingernail split
growing long and black
She screams at the glass
With no turning back
Blood on her lips where the paint was spread
The woman she was is broken and dead
She stares at the glass
Through eyes made of coal
Trading her life and losing her soul
The shadow rises, the nightmare is whole
A terrifying monster in complete control
Written on 9/26/26
