Then There Is the Mirror

She sponges her face to brightness. She has been depressed before but this trench her mind trudges through is full of a clinging dark mud and she can't get out of. At work she has to teach her hands to do things she has done a thousand times before. Then there is the mirror, she cleans and wipes it constantly but at each glace she sees her face blurring as it leaves for nowhere. She eats alone, the restaurant erupts with an air-conditioned laughter that makes her head spin. Back home she drinks and drunks. Her friend calls: "That guy in Section D, wants me. Last week still hurts.” “This morning I almost didn’t.” she replied. There is a long pause, duct tape holds together the center - just.