her hand trembled around the sharp, cold metal
as she looked at her distorted face in the mirror:

"just do it,"
she told her reflection


"don't do it,
her reflection replied.

"come one, pussy"
she shouted at the glass


"you're going to regret this,
you always do,"
the glass warned back

"no one gives a shit if i do it"
she reminded them both.


"this is a permanent decision
based on a temporary emotion,"
the mirror pleaded
"hair grows back, dumbass."


*snip*