There’s a strand of madness in the mirror –
the scissors make it shiver.
Hair grows to its execution –
the mirror watches murder.
Falling locks are its prison –
the razor silences a million shrieks.
Each hair, once threaded to life,
is ripped from its roots.
The floor is cleansed of its corpses,
the mirrors madness swept away.
- Note: This is my first post in this group, I hope I am okay to post this. Any comments are much appreciated :)