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Mar 16, 2007 03:23

I dropped my violet glasses upon the foyer table and let the bare tips of my fingers smoothe over the bevelled marble edge. The texture is familiar to me, no seperation between flesh and stone any longer.

A flash in the mirror, my eyes captured in the span of a second as I continue to move forward....away from my narcissicism and up the stairs.

I'm sick inside as I mount each step. All this quiet is unnerving. I don't like hearing the echo of my own presence. I could mask it but I'd be adding to the lie, the sinister silent surface.

For a moment I reach back into a memory. A glassy lake and it's many hidden secrets. I stand on the shore and kick a pebble forward. The water ripples for a moment and reveals my crime.

The heel of my boot scuffs against the tile and I've returned from Switzerland. The crime is still the same. It doesn't matter where I go or how insignificant I become. I'm still that rock.

I look left and I look right at the culmination of my ascent. In one corner is the old love and in another, a new. Neither of them know which they are, nor do I. Answers are for others to collect. I am the bearer of unfathomable questions. So many of them in my darkened placid depths.

The silence is so loud that I want to cover my ears but instead my body stiffens. The tension molds and shapes me until I become one with it again. I am my own creation, after all.

An unfinished work, chaos in rebirth, ever unchanging at the heart.

I can't leave. The center moves with me. My eyes catch the mirror once more and I realize that I am still here, a prisoner of my own evil charm.
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