My mirror
With the mirror in my hand I try to look into my own soul, what I see is a face that is very familiar to me, which is distorted in fragments.
The skin turns red, the eyes are like black balls with a dark fire burning inside them.
The ears become long, pointed horns between them because my soul literally catches fire.
Out of fear of my reflection I want to feel with my fingers whether what I see is real. My fingers are long and bony with long, pointed nails, cutting deep wounds into the flesh, but I don't feel anything and these wounds on my face,
they don't bleed!
Fearful, I press my fists into my eyes in the hope that what I see is not reality and that when I take my hands away from my face everything will be as it was before.
 Slowly but curiously I open my eyes and see that ugly face again. I freeze in fear and can't look away, as much as I want to look away, I can't.
As time goes by, it seems as if the corner of my mouth is lifting, is my reflection trying to tell me something? No, that nasty face starts to grin at me, as if it wants to say "You can't run away from me, I've always been here and I always will be!"
Shocked, I drop the mirror, I want to leave it there, but something inside me makes me pick it up again. I look in the mirror and see a face that I know well.
(((detailed face and eyes: 1.5))) 
(((skin luster: 1.3)))
(((glowing skin: 1.2)))