The Other
the eyes are beautiful
the eyes are seductive
the eyes are sad
the eyes are so familiar
the nose
the mouth
the chin
staring back
the one they think I am
I want to be
but a longer look
deeper into the eyes
beneath the transparent surface
concealed in the silver
there is another
one only I recognize
there
caught in the reflection
revealed
my other self
inner self
the one I truly am
the dark one
the evil one
the pretender
the killer
…such a beautiful predator
such precision
again tonight
such precision
he never saw it coming
the lustful kiss
then I shot him twice
put two bullets in his brain
at close range
so easy
so exciting
to witness the power of life crossing over
to see him die
to feel him die
how I love to feel them die
a sacred act of raw release
such purity
of primal instinct…
suddenly I shudder
break my stare
a brief tug of conscience
a twinge of fear
hoping that my guise holds fast
that I’m not found out
in my brilliant imperfection
in my soul’s
dark masquerade
I blink wide my eyes
and check my teeth
brush my hair
tug straight my cape
making certain my mask is tight
best face forward
always
a final glance
I conceal away the evil
I smile away the doubt
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rob kistner © 2018