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
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