Flight of Furies

Walk the halls

head kept down

ignoring the reflected images.

Taunting

each one a different facet

a different aspect of me.

One screams

silent in her terror

eyes wide

hands held out to shield

ward off

dangers coming at all sides.

One watches

bleeding black eyes

lips disappearing into a rictus smile

resigned

forgotten

leans through the frame

reaching for me.

One rages

fire

flame

destruction flies from fingertips

never calmed

never quieted

even as tears gather in my eyes.

End of the line.

No where for me to run.

No where for me to hide.

Steps falter

as I look up

seeing images of me

dancing in the prisms of the mirror.

One

two

three

stop looking at me.

Three

four

five

spy the missile on the ground.

Six

seven

eight

stand up straight.

Nine

ten

let fly

shattering the images

glass spewing around

down on me

as each aspect

black

grey

red

stream towards me

even as I flee.

©Oct. 22/19

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