Sinister

This is really just a snipped of a longer work I intended. It has languished for a couple of years. I may never extend it.

     Cruel master, crystal with a thousand faces, advancing on me to do me nameless ills. Yet, touched, his mirored form is not of ice but flesh that does not shatter. At his feet I cower then am lifted up with a gesture imperious beyond denial. Mastered, I yet rule him for he follows me as does a willful child, feinting this way and that yet fearful of straying far from me. A child, indeed my master who makes a child of me. And yet, I fear him, for I know know not what sinister deceit lurks behind liquid eyes that shine or how false is his regard.
 

Reviews

[Tom Q]

This is a very strong drink so far, I recommend a mixer. I love the visual but so much is crammed in such a short space, that it overwhelms. There are hints of Poe here and in your other writing, I wonder if you are a fan. With this piece especially, I am anxious to see where it will lead, for some reason I expect to encounter a regret for things left undone.

[Sean M. Addams]

vrery interesting piece.... like the detail in this alot.... kind of thought provoking to me... i'll have to read this one a few times... overall i thought you did a great job on this... very impressive piece!!!

[Ed Hart]

Ah, Mr. Brooks, I wondered where you'd gone...