Matilda Bechtel
Mirror
Mirror
Sitting on my bed
Darkness in my hand
The pane in front of me
Covered with a black cloth
Won´t take it away
Looking unwilly at it
But those hands are unyielding
A ugly, not want woman looking reply me
I hate her, hate her body
Her character and her ridiculous thoughts
I raise my hand, slowly, shaky
A short look to the woman in front of me
I hate her, hate her flat butt
Her small breasts and her thick legs
Look at the woman
Look at the last unscarred spot on her body
Put darkness on it
A last, now resolute, look
Cut
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