Fear

I am afraid of the woman

Who keeps showing me

These images

On old movie reels that refuse to break

I hate her

And she is everywhere

In the pantry, in the kitchen and bathroom

She has worn my clothes

Before me

Before the sun rose

Reviews

[barleygirl]

We all carry around some self-image, born in a different time, or which is not applicable to our lives anymore, but we continue to be haunted by ill-fitting images. Your poem reminds me of how my nasty-gram inner voice does not fit my current reality anymore but it still coughs up some ugly commentary at times! It seems like I will always have to edit out some of my ugliness. Your poem is stark & impactful. You use original comparisons that pop with familiarity (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[R.J Calzonetti (Siniste..]

A shadow maybe? Regardless, a great read. Short, but dark enough to leave you pondering much more than most poems of this size.

[Chris Shaw]

This is an intriguing write. My thoughts returned to black and white movies and somehow I started to think of Mrs Danvers in the Daphne Du Maurier novel and film of Rebecca. My goodness, she was so evil, I hated her too. Right creepy witch she was. I don't know what it is about black and white oldies, but fear came across moreso then than it does now. I don't know who is getting to you, but she seems to be suffocating and she's everywhere. You need fresh air :)

Chris