The Form

I put my trust into you, 

you coward! 

The curtains fell the length of the room, 

a mysterious force behind them, 

but not one visible. 

"Please, forgive me."

The curtains, 

their red accents, 

laid the rest of the floor onto which the figure lay. 

The gushing of his last meal ran out the side of his stomach, 

the blood loosening its grip in his veins and letting loose.

"Please!"

The voice came once and only once. 

"You have had many chances, 

but not one you can claim to have improved. Today, you face the consequence."

The figure could feel the curtain around him start to move. 

From his right side, the intestines started to wriggle, 

the worms free from their mother. 

"Ah, god, help!"

The curtains shook and ran underneath him. 

All remaining organs ran as if scared of what they might see next. 

In all the pain, his eyes let him see only a tear-laden form taking place behind him. 

The curtains ran up the wall clock, 

hands grew in place of the sewn pieces, 

and legs the strength of the Minotaur himself took hold. 

The figure on the ground, seamlessly, freed himself from the remains of his body holding him in place. 

Tears ran down his face clouding his vision, leaving only a diluted image before him. 

It was him. 

A mirror image stood before him ready to pounce. 

Reviews

[Nisreen]

Some people could hurt others in ways so devastating
That one can longer recognize that figure standing in the mirror
That's what I saw in your poem .... I could be wrong

[Spencer Barker]

You got it spot on! Thank you for the review. :)