Invested
A peeping eye, like pendulum, swinging through the keyhole.
Just to pass the time.
It's a curious thing.
Flicks transfixed betwixed the clicks of the ticks of the clock as it shifts.
What is it seeking?
Is it trying to get inside?
From what I can see, must seemingly be?Else dauntless to tacitly leer at me, endlessly?
It's gaze now fills my space.
Reflected light, like pressing weight.
With waning wax, on candle racks.
Wayward streams, Entomb book stacks.
The flame soon waivers.
Moonlight streams saviours.
Still rattled by this ocular occlusion with listless glint and moonstruck tint a now blindingly glaring intrusion.
What do you want?
leave me alone!
Suddenly the lingering barely innocuous vision, grumbles. A gratuitous guttural gurgling, blindsides.
"We had a deal".
"I've come to collect".
No hope of egress, a gust of distress impales my chest. Swell the chemical tempest. In feeble condescending placation.
"I can wait"
"What's mine, is mine"
Like marionette strung to gesture and tongue. He has no age, sanctuary becomes my cage.
It's only been five years!
This wasn't the deal.
Like cardinal thrust, firm disorienting adjust, centres misaligned thought.
"Twenty from your total"
"Twenty for her total"
Thinking I could've grown to further relish, my only blooming rapture.
Such short-sighted swindle, wilt be desperate so mired.
Undone begets undone.
Sinister, for right seems bare no meaning.
As the former a fiction of fanciful phathomings.
Copyright © Ryan Blackborough | Year Posted 2024
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