SohaTEARS:
The mirror was a magnificent creation,
Bless the hands that crafted its fine lines,
She swayed to the left then, gazed at the reflection staring back at her,
An exquisite beauty, white silk draped around her waist,
A smile graced my lady’s red lips; as the glass showed her delicate hands,
White and soft, and beautiful like none other before her.
At last, my lady seemed to have her fill,
The servants prepared themselves for what was to come;
Sorrow; a fear, a rejection, misery,
A tear dropped; a hand withered,
A tear dropped; the limbs grew,
A tear dropped,
Skin collapsed, ugly, darkened, blisters rose.
A tear dropped,
Her fine being changed colors, eyes no longer could see the gaze of the mirror.
A tear dropped,
The finest of my lady, oh how cruel this magnificent curse was.
Written By; Soha Mehmood