The Transfer

Reflections on the mind

Her eyes look wide and clear around
Cast there are shadows of the fog igniting night
As she sees an image on a wet neglected window pane
It holds her in contempt
Cold, damp, with sweat, shivering in fright
And nothing can save her from herself
Or the 32 fluid ounces of rain still pounding down
Outside, trying to get in is sanity
To get at her with anger in the minute
Separated in the thinnest infinity 
Seen through dark matter madness
In her mind glass shatters from the past to now
Windows shake, her hands as well
Like unnerved paranoids trying to get free
Waiting for the very air to attack she sits
Like a burnt out fuse in pain 
Cowering on the growling floor
Nothing but a soul can save her
Something she could never have
Or purchase at the store with currency
As the storm advances
Every rain drop must be counted
Saved for a day she can't remember
Crawling on the floor 
She slithers to the window pane                                           
Every second must be saved
Electrified and drowning in her tears
That evaporate like mist in to the void
Her mind erases every thought into the glass
Turns inside out reflecting
Enveloped by fear the rain remains
When the door bell rings
Nothing will be the same

Author's Note

The workings of the mind on glass and rain in paranoia style

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

oooo spookey ... i want to know what happens ..does she open the door ..who/what is on the other side .. you got me in the mood for a good mystery
funny how a storm can be seen in such a variety of thoughts and feelings ... i am reading a Dean Koontz book centered around a storm that comes around every 30 some years and cracks the seams of time and horror ;O
strong choices of glass, rain and fear ... works the mind and imagination
E.

[Earl Schumacker]

Good morning E. Thank you for your comments. I think the girl is happy to give up her identity, which sucks, being that she is paranoid and all that, to transfer it to the glass, through the power of the storm. The window glass is part of the inside and outside world. (wet and dangerous on the outside, protective and dry inside.) The conduit between the electrified girl and storm. I'm just speculating. Who knows what is really in the deep dark mind of the author? I wonder if Earl will ever tell us? The mystery continues.... (That's what they do.) Have a great day. Earl

[Einstein Noodle]

:) ..................