Which way do I go?
Everywhere I look I see behind me.
I long to move forward, but the reflections restrain me.
I scream, but the horror of the shriek chills my spine.
The echo spins in my ears.
I strike the mirror.
The glass remains unharmed, but my reflection begins to breed.
My only chance to break from this prison is by trial and error.
Will it bring me through?
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.