Aparna Cyriac
Madeline’s mirror told her she’s fat.
It appalled at her shapeless dress,
covering a chunk of flesh.
She looked at her broad shoulders
and big breasts,
which reminded her of a pile of
clothes that no longer fits her.
But Madeline smiled and
applied her eyeliner effortlessly.
Her mirror sneered at her
chafing thighs kissing each
other When she moves.
Madeline’s mirror found her
plush lips contradicting
the pair of flesh
on either side of it.
It spotted the two chins
fighting for space like
contestants in the combat zone.
Madeline admired her freckleless skin,
and applied her favourite lipstick.
The mirror reflected
her flabby arms
complimenting her
saggy belly.
Madeline moved closer
to her mirror,
which still in oblivion,
started to produce
sympathetic smiles at her legs.
It mirrored how her legs
carries all the weight,
hiding under her flowy dress.
Appreciating her silky hair and
perfectly manicured nails,
Madeline hugged the mirror
tightly,
It mumbled something,
and never talked again.
