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