Bless’ed Deception

This may not be everyone, but there’s beauty in the darkness.

 

The eye is intense
the eye is hypnotic
the eye is sad
the eye is resolved
the eye is so familiar

the task
so involved

the nose
the mouth
the chin

staring back
the one
they think I am
the one free of sin

but a longer look
deeper into that eye
beneath the transparent surface
concealed in the silver
shadowed in the black
there is another
staring back

one only I recognize

there
caught in the reflection
is revealed
my other self

my inner self
the one I truly am

the dark savior
evil’s enemy
the defender

the sanctified killer

…such a beautiful predator
such precision

again tonight
such precision
she never saw it coming

my cool suave style
my seductive smile

the lustful kiss

then I shot her twice
put two bullets in her brain
at close range

I never miss
never

so easy

so pleasing

so exciting
to witness the power
of life crossing over
to a better place

to see her die
confusion on her face

to feel her die

oh how I love
to feel them die

to know I saved them

simple and final
so succinct

such a sacred act
of raw release

such purity
of primal instinct…

…suddenly
I shudder
break my stare

a brief tug of conscience

why should I care
it’s peaceful there

a twinge of fear

did someone hear
the shot today

did they see the gun
in my saving hand

will they understand

I shrug those thoughts away

my guise always holds fast
my masquerade will last

I restrain the doubt

I can’t be found out
in my brilliant imperfection
in my soul’s
bless’ed deception

I blink wide my eyes
a final glance

having dealt with evil
once again
I smile away the doubt

another sanctified charade
perfectly played
another tormented soul
to peace conveyed

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rob kistner © 2023

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse

 


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