She Shows You How You Die | The Glass Mother

Children whisper about a woman who walks at night. Her face is not skin.

It is broken glass. She bends low so you can see yourself inside her. And she asks,

very softly, Do you want to see yourself? If you say no, she smiles.

And walks on. If you say yes, she lifts her face closer. Closer than it should

be. What looks back is not you. It is your body. Still.

Empty. Already dead. They say the reflection never moves. It just waits.

Days later, people begin to change. They stop recognizing themselves.

Mirrors feel wrong. Windows feel crowded. And then one night, glass cracks in the dark.