Broken Mirror

The water was an endless mirror,
Time washes over a bumpy road.
Drip,drip a hollow sound echoing off in the distance,
The light refracting of the ripples,
It lights up the otherwise dark space.
It's cold, it has no texture, it's there, an invisible life source.
It ripples, bends, curves, and splashes over my fingertips.
The smell of the curving, smooth lines of the sink.
I hear the light trying to break through the dark curtain.
I see my mom's words floating from under the door,
I get ready for the silence to be broken.
Callie, are you ready?
We have to be in Boston in one hour.
I ignore the words floating around my head,
I retreat back to my tranquil forest,
Where silence is forever.
But now the silence is breaking,
I lean over the sink.
The curves of the bowl no longer holding life.
The mirror was shattered.
The drain was open.