something soft-eyed and lurid lived in the mirror
I asked it, what do you want, please, leave me alone, what do you want what do you want
what do you want what do you want who are you and what do you want and why won't you leave me alone please go what is it that you want from me
it stared back and its eyes were too soft, like rotted fruit, too lurid and sickly pale blue and too soft, and I never did find out what it wanted
It isn't my fault, I say to it whenever it reappears, it isn't my fault I can't help you if you don't tell me how, if you don't know how .
it nods when I say this, we nod together