The Apoplectic

 

A vexed world.

They left an apoplectic girl behind,
For me to pick up the pieces of their mirrors.
Let them see what they want to see,
while I feel what I feel.
These shards of glass once displayed her frozen face,
her own false semblance ingrained in an icy smile
and those killer eyes.
Her pretenses chill me to the marrow,
and yet I can never divert my gaze.
My eyes are fastened into her flamboyancy,
my feet glued to her table.
A Medusa in her own right,
the world is hers to transform,
statues of stone to adorn her harbor.

I leave her beautiful obelisk behind,
heading for the river.
The broken mirror still,
a vessel of absolute power.
Somewhere within my grasp,
a place she can no longer summon.
Their indignant corners pressed up against my skin.
I can only wish to bleed her words out.
To leave in the sound of fleeting voices,
beckoning my body to foreign lands,
with a few riches on a solitude boat,
the sea keeper and I.
"We made a pact," he reminds me.
Its not that easy.

Miles away, floating seaside now,
I can still see her.
In all of her stone splendor,
the snakes now frantically shedding their skin,
as the rock tears through their insides.
The expression chiseled yet on her face,
still in surprising revelation,
but knowing unreservedly how the story ends.
A beautiful agony that was she,
and the girl that would defeat her.

The girl that is now me.
I, the mirror.
And she,
my wretched reflection.

Reviews

[Ligi.]

Aww thank youuu!!!!

[RAWR!]

"A beautiful agony that was she"

i wish i would have thought of that.
i would have put, a beautiful agony that is me.
nevermind...

this was brilliant, i think this might be the best thing ive read on writerscafe.
or perhaps its just really skillful neuro linguistic programming