Silver Mirror

Adaption of "Mirror," By Sylvia Plath

I am silver and exact.

no preconceptions

Whatever I see 

I devour

Just as it is, 

By love or dislike.

I am not cruel, 

Only truthful

The eye of a little god, 

Four-cornered.

I dwelled on the lie

I looked at it for so long

I think it is part of my heart

But it flickers

Faces and darkness 

Over and over

Now I am someone else

Searching the bowels of hell 

For what I really am

I turn to those liars, 

The candles and the moon

I see I'm back, 

And reflect it faithfully.

Reward me with tears 

And agitation 

I was important to me

I come 

And I go

Morning replaces the darkness.

In me, she suppressed a young girl,

And in me is an old woman who

Rises toward her day after day, 

Like a deadly wish

Whatever I see

I devour

In the mirror, 

I see the woman

I Devoured