Through the looking glass...

... I saw her and was left aghast, bewildered and a chill ran down my spine. I couldn't look into her eyes anymore. I was chocked, unable to breathe. I couldn't relate. The face which once blushed in innocence seems to have lost it charm. The eyes which once spoke of spark lay dead and cold. Those eyes which  sparked with vigor were now dull, blunt and lifeless. Her soul which was once ethereal lay heavy with the burden of guilt. Her vivacity had turned numb with fear. Her lush pink checks were now lackluster. Those deep and  impeachable eyes that could gauge the upheaval in other souls were unable to even reflect their very own soul. It was so dark and nebulous that none could fathom the depth of solitude and agony. The excruciating pain was clearly evident. It was void and vacuum 
                                                              Consumed with guilt and wrapped with fear, she couldn't move. She lay as still as a stone. Bare,cold and still!




The gaze of her eyes couldn't really meet her own and thus I can't look through the looking glass