Shattering pulses behind the mirror,
a blank stare reveals only my soul
Horror subsides as the wind leaves her eyes
reminiscent of torrid control.
Her corpse seems to vanish beneath the glass,
but her skin seems to swallow me whole
"Horrid woman!" I think-I attempt to depart
"Terrible, miserable, wench!"
Constantly right, unwavering wisdom,
the residue of her patience- her stench-
Creeping steadily into my flaring nostrils,
pulling my fists to clench.
Hammering heartbeat wills my eyes closed,
steady-the thud of a trudging ghost
inching ever closer to my ailing spirit-
To abduct what it still needs the most.
Her hand claws at my neck, sand falls in my eyes
She pleads for my body, the reluctant host.
Black out in fuschia, a virtual sunset-
Her croaking old voice hypnotizes,
creaking through my veins like dryrotting floorboards-
Their medley of vibration synthesizes.
Her tawny eyes stare so deep at my face
which she views now from the inside-
Scolding, her laughter breaks free once more
it's ashame I felt compelled to have lied.
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Submission Name: Tarot [pt.3]
