Reverse Psychology

The reflection in the water of the woman Was not pleasing; even to herself she looked Hard. Frown marks were etched deep; two lacerations Between her black unruly brows. Thin lips clamped together in a downward Arc Showed her disappointment in life; her dissatisfaction. She didn’t want to go on; She didn’t want to go home. Her reflection said “I bet you haven’t got the guts to get in like Ophelia did.” The woman’s eyes narrowed; she actually hated her reflection. She took off her green shawl and lay it neatly on the green grass beside the still pond. The unhappy woman stepped into the pond; She sunk slowly down through her own reflection. She had fallen for her own reverse psychology. And now she is no more.