Dark Masquerade

”In the real world, as in dreams, nothing is quite as it seems.” — Dean Koontz

~ not for the faint of heart ~
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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 perfection

another
again tonight
such precision

he never saw it coming

our eyes closed
the lustful kiss
then
my sweet rapier
softly ‘cross his neck

so easy

so exciting
to feel them die
to witness the power
of life crossing over

one intimate
last goodbye

a sacred act of raw release
such purity
of primal instinct…

suddenly I shudder
break my stare

a brief pang of conscience
a twinge of fear
a momentary rolling fog
of uncertainty
hoping that my guise holds fast
that I’m not found out
in my brilliant imperfection
in my soul’s
dark masquerade

but like first light
I blink wide my eyes
and check my teeth
brush my hair
tug straight my cape
making certain my masque is tight

best face forward
always

a final glance in the mirror
I pout away the evil
I smile away the doubt

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rob kistner © 2022

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