A/N: It's official! I've been bitten by the drabble bug! It's all I can do these days! Don't wory, though, if your following my other stuff... I'll finish those stories! I promise!

Anywho... I just love getting inside Misa's head! It's so entertaining! This piece is actually being published in the 836 Valencia Quarterly (or that's what they told me) as well as the mini-book 'After The End Can I Keep This Pen' (which I still think we should've titled

'Don't Touch the Wires

- or -

Horrible Things Will Happen' or 'Do You Mind If I Stab You In The Arm With This Poem?' but... whatev...) Anywho, back to my shameless advertising... if you're down in San Fransisco anytime and can drop in to 826, you should check out the book and read some of the stuff my amazingly talented peers wrote. It's great stuff. I especially reccomend looking at 'I'm Sorry, I Suck, Please Buy My Book' it's by my freind Annelyse, and it rocks!

And now, without further ado...

Enjoy!

Look in the mirror, what do I see?

Not the clear, fair skin, high cheekbones, soft rose-colored lips curved up into a perfectly practiced smile nor the ivory white, straight as a line teeth that peek out from behind those lips. No, not my feather light golden hair that falls on my shoulders like waves on a beach. I don't see the ocher eyes that are staring back at me any more than I see my delicate fingers laying across the pale flesh of my thin, thin neck, the pinky down below my throat and on the expanse of my chest. I don't see the much-to-low-cut-yet-fashionable beginning of my corset-like top, or the light flush of my cheeks in the too-hot room.

I don't see any of that, not any more.

Instead, my eyes meet gaping black holes that I suppose are eye sockets. They gaze at the curve of ivory bone in the shape of a skull on which parts of my perfect, perfect face hang, limp and dead, eaten away. My oh-so-delicate hand is rotting in my vision, and if I look closely, maggots are chewing at the skin of my pinky finger. My chest is open, skinless and bloody bare, a gaping maw through which the world may peer, a path straight to my center. Though the organs are still there, I cannot see my heart. Search as I might, I will not find it, for it is gone, and in its place is a shriveled black seed.

I turn my back on the gruesome sight. I can only take so much.

I press the intercom on my desk. "Send someone up to cover this… this thing up and throw it out." I snap, gesturing toward the mirror and knowing that they'll see me on the camera feed. "Smash it, burn it, I don't care, just destroy it, I never want to see it again. Find out who bought it and fire them."

No mirror must ever, ever come in here.

I can't bear to see the monster in me.

Yeah, I just love writing this girl, I have no idea why!

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Shade and Sweet Water

Bless'd be the way

May fair winds find you on the road of life,

Ja ne for now!

Frosty