he grows behind mirrors
By ruthless48
she felt it
like
every time you turn and there is
a staring face
every goose bump
every nape of neck standing up hair
that connects to
an eye
when you are a child
when you are alone in an alley
as she walked through the
rooms
mirrors
most nearly casket height
and closet width
blankets of reflection
stomach turning pinpricks of her nakedness exposed
she shouldn't be ashamed of time with her husband
but her senses warned
her recollection
tuned in
when she could catalog clothing worn from shirt
stripe to pant length
before a man walked into
the room
party
favor trick
was now a divining rod of awareness
for the deep well of his sickness
beneath
the pool of water
melted on
the walls
then comments
'i'll see you in
a few minutes'
when no
visitor arrived
suggested positions
kama sutra
one didn't have to be a detective
to see beneath this neighbor's
disguise
morning after her mate's wineglass
love
he came
to sit on her counter top, his hip
nearly touching her bare shoulder
money long since
owed
now paid?
'i don't want
it'
20
40 69?
itwillbetornbeforespent
so she waited
husband gone to work
twilight
deeply set in
old school room regulator clock chimes
grinds
to lie there
open
feeling the
old man watching
anxious
waiting
growing
in anticipation
she writhed
arched in nightlight immaculate heart's glisten
pinpoints
sharpen to ceiling spread
then swung white legs to bedside edge
ballerina temple tap to right cheekbone slide
and then thrusting demon released anger to mirrored
eyes
inches from his
her eyes roll back green sparks
hissing
low growls
both middle fingers instant message
the tornado of hate and
strength
aeons
before
darker ones let
her use
their power
they called her
bene gesserit
wires singed
lenses
melted
hands froze around their member
hair whitened
pulse
stopped
hours later
long since cold
old woman finds her husband
no ambulance spinning lights can save
his soul or reputation
somewhere
pulled down with his pants
running down his leg
Author's Note:
wanted: studio apartment/no mirrorsComments on "he grows behind mirrors"
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On Thursday, February 13, 2014, SickSanityJenn
(260) wrote:
Spellbinding, I also read this over and over. Amazing talent
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On Friday, February 14, 2014, ruthless48
(173) wrote:
Thank you, SickSanityJenn! this was a piece that nearly wrote itself, while typing in the dark, to combine horror with beauty of words~thank you for the read and kind words
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On Saturday, April 28, 2012, Dominic
(54) wrote:
Really creative syntax. Amazing piece - I keep reading it over.
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On Saturday, April 28, 2012, ruthless48
(173) wrote:
thank you, sincerely. guess it was worth hour & 1/2 sleep before work. somethings can only be written~ in the dark~
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A former member wrote:
That is...intense...a lot of pain in there...seems like the mirrors are described like coffin lids.. Very dark, delirious poetry. Loved the phrasing, kept reading the first set of lines over and over. The story woven into this work makes me feel sympathy to this "wife"... Poor wife DX And the end is a punch. Well done.
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On Saturday, April 28, 2012, ruthless48
(173) wrote:
humbled, thank you. this is one of those pieces that wrote itself, i was just the vessel until it reached you