She is the Reflection is Perceived as Better/ I as the Reflector Vicariously Feels Better Now

Sniffle.

Sniffle.

(She wipes her eyes. Bright red & puffy. Mascara; thick, pigmented stained river down both cheeks, eyelashes clumped together, framing her eyes.)

Sniffle.

Sniffle.

(She drags herself to a mirror to assess the damage. Herselff almost bursts out in tears again, but midaction laughs instead, she pulls out her weapon; a pouch of makeup removing towelettes that’ll clean the evidence from the crime scene. Before reapplying her alibi for…)

I cannot cry,

I’m not weaker

I’d rather murder my feelings instead of becoming a victim.

(face of makeup fully reapplied)

I’m feeling better now.