I have nothing else to give you.

Her eyes stare back at me
disappointment pooling at the edges.

I'm sorry, I say.
I wish it was enough.

She blinks, and the disappointment
falls down her face
hits the tile floor.

I swipe at my face, find it wet.
What have you got to say for yourself?

But now there's silence
Because what could possibly be said?

I'm beyond saving, aren't I?
The words barely come out.

She can't look at the creature
standing in front of her.

This is all your fault.
And you know it.

Yes, I do.

There's no lying to

Yourself in the end.

The mirror's always right.