2. The Mirror Hissed First

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Loui Crow - Streaming Everywhere

I'm late to my own reflection.
Glass shows what I won't let go.
The hiss in the frame is an echo.
Mirror won't look away, it copies my move.
Strike at myself, it shows the proof.
Snake strikes — but the snake is me.
The mirror hissed first.

[VERSE 1]
I swallow the sting. I build a wall.
I hiss at the face that carried it all.
Grew in glass with a voice too mean.
Snake in the frame where the kid should be.
Pain in the pane is pain I made, self-attack in action.
The fangs return again.
Curse at my body. Venom out.
Cringe at my face. Curl in doubt.
The hiss that I fear is a thought I rehearsed.
Coil is a teacher; it squeezes to show.
Whatever I bury will surface and grow.
If I push the mirror, it pushes back.
If I pick my skin, it shows the crack.

[PRE-CHORUS]
The hiss says I'm hurting, I need to be heard.
Guard of the wound — I see my own fear.
The hiss says I'm angry — the heat is sincere.
I hold what I hold. The snake stays near.
It says: "Run all you want. I'll still be here."

[CHORUS]
Peel my skin, drop the shape.
I wait. I watch who stays.
The mirror hissed first. I Strike.
Fear shows its face.
I coil away from the old embrace.
The mirror hissed first.

[VERSE 2]
I left myself in the mirror again;
I didn't know snake was my friend.
Every ache is a whisper. I lean in.
Rattle in glass where secrets leak.
It watches me shed.
I cling to skin.
Split the habit from the hand that holds it.
The coil tightens with my grip.
Strike at the glass until the feeling shifts.
The weight of a parent's word — too loud for a child to be heard.
I hate the sting but I need the bite.
I force myself to face what I hide from light.
Every face I dropped still stares back.
When I hiss the mirror reacts.
The squeeze becomes a lesson in loosening.
Snake hisses back so the child will know:
This sound is mine. I can let it go.

[PRE-CHORUS]
The hiss says I'm hurting, I need to be heard.
Guard of the wound — I see my own fear.
The hiss says I'm angry — the heat is sincere.
I hold what I hold. The snake stays near.
It says: "Run all you want. I'll still be here."

[CHORUS]
Peel my skin, drop the shape.
I wait. I watch who stays.
The mirror hissed first. I Strike.
Fear shows its face.
I coil away from the old embrace.
The mirror hissed first.

[BRIDGE]
The snake was never the enemy.
What if the squeeze was just a signal to soften?
I rest against the glass. It holds me.
The tension leaves. I learn to hold myself.

[CHORUS]
Peel my skin, drop the shape.
I wait. I watch who stays.
The mirror hissed first. I Strike.
Fear shows its face.
I coil away from the old embrace.
The mirror hissed first.

[OUTRO]
When I befriend the reflection, well being lands.
The mirror hissed first.

Loui Crow

I make music, practice mirror work, sometimes I do somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself, my inner child, and for the woman I am becoming.
I work through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

Sometimes I write as the Crow — that's my ideal self. Direct, unattached, protective, grounded in something older than my fear. Other voices come through too. The snake. The spider. The fly. The ghosts are the false selves I created to survive. I write as all of them, for my own self-hypnosis — unpacking who I've been so that my son can fill his days with joy and I can stop being such a reactive parent. I'm in the middle of it all. I just keep showing up.

I use Suno for vocals and instrumentals — the vocals are seeded from my own voice. I'm a disabled veteran and a stay-at-home mom.

Over the last year, I climbed an emotional ladder I didn't know I was on. Many of my earlier releases were the scream — my depression, anger, insecurity.

The last album that came out of that climb is called "Mirror, Mirror off the Wall." It starts with depression and ends with gratitude.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that my body listens to my thoughts — and that where I place my attention, my life follows.

I leave breadcrumbs in case anyone resonates.

Take what feeds you.
Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.
You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com
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