give you any of it. None of it. Don’t even bother asking”, was the un-pep talk she gave her reflection every morning.
And the good Lord knew that her mirror needed some un-pepping.
It was greedy for power. And it had to stop.
She wallpapered over it. With the lyrics of songs, scriptures, books, poems. Her favourite people. Her favourite letters.
She stood back to gaze at her soul mirror. While eating her favourite ice cream.