The other

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

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