Reflection of a Knife

my eyeball knocks like a pendulum against the keyhole socket too close too personal the beating of my breath against the wooden door sweat seeps into its pores as a lovely form in negligee drifts slowly to the floor the reflection of a knife sees more than I was hoping for but the monster ganders about paces the floor laughs in bursts wipes away tears as i fear for my life but i can’t draw the strength to pluck my eye out of the midst of danger the keyhole otherworldly has a power to hold me suddenly the light’s extinguished so i slowly inch from the keyhole’s grip as a voice hauntingly asks, “are you looking for this?” the stranger has a key wrapped around his bloody neck this time my eyeballs scream and turn to run as i collapse in my negligee to the floor and see someone’s watching me through the keyhole door 1/5/2019 Slap the muse and turn it loose contest John Lawless - sponsor