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