Little Shards of Us

I screamed into the mirror. The sound pierced the dense air like the edge of a sharpened knife. My hands clasped the sink frame so tight my knuckles turned white. The girl screamed right back at me, that ruby lipped girl with eyeliner than ran down her cheeks. That girl who only this morning had looked so put together… so absolutely flawless. Suddenly the mirror cracked, the fractures obscured our features, reflecting exactly what lay within just below the skin. All those shards. The dull lights that illuminated the school ladies bathroom shook and quivered until the bulbs blew, one by one, at the sheer pitch of her scream. My scream. Our scream.