Hidden Reflection

The house rested on a hill
Her blinds were dark as night
I walked her home from time to time
Even in the midst of day; in that house there was no light
Little did she come to school
Sometimes she remained absent for days
Homework had to be delivered to her doorstep
The teacher saw me as the best candidate

On a Tuesday night I walked swiftly
The October air chilled every bone in me
By the doorstep I laid her books, and carefully stepped back
The door flew open with a cold breeze; inside the house I was able to see
A shadow of her mother stood still and completely black
I gulped as fear had taken over my little voice
Grimly was her face, cheekbones raised high as the sun
She spoke with a chill, giving me a hard choice

"Feel free to bring the books to her room; on the left"

I stood, paralyzed as I slowly made up my mind
Then I picked up the books with little courage and walked the stairs
Wooden boards creaked with every step I took while my heart thumped
Like needles rose up my blond arm hairs
Carefully, I slipped in her room while looking back
Just then the books fell, along with my heart
Now I knew why she remained hidden from the world
Sitting a vanity, singing...while her reflection



. . . . . .was no where to be found