When the hens turn blind at sundown
and they roost high above them trees,
the orange moon gleams
on the navy blue
peering through the woven curtains;
with haste, the young girl’s heart beat would quicken
as she cover the mirrors in her room
with cloths of red,
not a shard of it showing
‘lest the sealed evil spirit come loose.
Yes, she fear the mirrors each night, all night,
dreading to meet her vengeful twin,
who’d scream in her dreams
with all her spite
gurgling of blood and mites;
the inimical side of Beauty.
Author: Pmel Oki
Eisoptrophobia is a medical term for fear of mirrors.