~ not for the faint of heart ~
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
*
rob kistner © 2022
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This is quite a dark and mesmerising masquerade!
She is truly a femme fatale Ingrid… 😉
Oh this is deliciously dark and enticing! 😀
Glad you like Sanaa… 🙂
OMG this is soooo dark.
SHUDDER!!!
much love
Hence the warning at the top. Sometimes I just need to get it out, let my Dean Koontz out.
Mr Koontz would be jealous. Well done RK. Thanks.
If only Ron… but thank you my friend… 🙂
A dark masquerade for sure. The other hidden self can be quite destructive.
Some certainly can be Grace…!
It feels like evil has almost totally consumed her, she has just the slightest twinge of conscience. Soon they’ll be after her with the torches and the stakes…
Nice chiller!
Thank you Lisa! Certainly glad I never ran into her during my dating days… 😉
Ooh, chilling. There’s something of the vampire about the mask and cape – and something decadent there. Beautifully told.
There is no masque Sarah, other than the beauty and serenity of her face, that effectively hides falsehood, deceit, and murder, that conceals her true intentions.
This is deliciously dark, Rob!
Thank you Punam…:)