Here is the masquerade,
The deception in this visual aid
If only I had listen, taken heed
When I first glistened its image
Look deep, look long
In the mirror you’ll perceive
They told me and I believe
my reflection will show
a stranger I wouldn’t know
so I stared at my mirror
watching for the change
in the range of features. Hoping to see
the stranger that dwells within me.
Gazing intently until a creature did appear,
a cold shiver ran my spine,
when through a shimmer it came, not divine
Frightening, aware, of the metamorphose
My religiose begged me to pray against
This thing others saw, when they look at me
What I beheld had brown eyes, that
looked nothing like mine. Her head supine
in an unheard laugh, yet I hadn’t made a move,
wanting to make a beeline, out this room.
But where would I go?
Her mouth twisted in a smirk, answering my question
A quirk that put me in a self-made nightshade
This was no charade, I was truly afraid
Who I thought I was,
Was not me at all, but this other being
within my skin.
I should have never seen what lurks within
the human skin. What’s inside of me was not a friend.
But something else, this side of sin
She winked, and I knew
She would soon gain full control
Where then will I go, perhaps inside a black hole?
Don’t look too closely, try not to see
The stranger in the mirror,
watching, waiting, patiently.
Copyright © 2013 Glynis Rankin
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