False Idol

Mirror on the wall
tell me true
am I the fairest in the world
or is it just an illusion
smoke and mirrors
so none can see my faults?
Behind languid smile
eyes bright with hazy dream
vast black
empty
void
space
where hearts once lived.
Now
only grief.
Leave me be
shrill
gasping
screaming shrew
let me live…..
within this fantasy.
Watch…..
I walk down aisle
all turn to look
uncertain why
they are drawn
magnatized to my being.
They do not see
imps
demons
devil’s spawn
tempting
teasing
seducing mind
with images of non-existence.
Black shadows
oozing 
sluicing down walls
twining
dancing around 
unwary souls.
Wondering you are
who I may be?
Call me
Lilith
Jezebel
Harlot of the sea.
Who I am 
matters not.
It is who you….. 
see me to be…..
want me to be…..
that matters.
 
Feb 27/19