THE VELVET ROOM

 

 

THE VELVET ROOM

I enter the room of blood-red walls.

I pass the velvet furniture

and step in front of the mirror.

The lamps on either side flicker.

The glass turns foggy

until I can’t see my face.

Mist swirls around my features

like snakes roaming a corpse.

The fireplace at my feet sparks.

Heat suffuses my body,

beginning at my feet.

The fog clears in the mirror.

The face doesn’t belong to me.

An old woman’s face.

She has my features and eyes,

but she’s wrinkled and bony.

A smile lifts the corners of her mouth.

I touch my mouth.

I’m not smiling.

An arm in the mirror

wraps around her scrawny neck.

A snap.

Her head tilts at a strange angle.

Lifeless stare past me.

A hand touches my shoulder.

I scream and run from the room.

Laughter follows me from the house.

I will never return.

by Susanne Leist

MY PLACE

 

Red glows the sky.

I can see it

from way up high.

 

The water below

like a mirror I

can say hello.

 

The wind comes in.

I am chilled from

windows too thin. 

 

 

This is still my place,

I wouldn’t trade it

for any other place.

BLOODY MARY

 

 

 

 

I can see you.

from inside the mirror.

I will come for you

when you least expect it.

Don’t let your guard down.

Don’t fall asleep.

For soon your life will be over.

You said the words,

“Bloody Mary.”

It’s now too late to take them back.

They are written in blood.

Your blood.

Bloody Mary is here to stay.

MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL

 

MIRROR MIRROR

Can you see your demons?

What you hide inside.

From others.

From the world.

Fire and heat.

Revenge and blood lust.

Hidden inside.

Is it reflected in your face?

Look closer.

Look deeper.

Can you see it?

I can.

ONLY A PICTURE

 

 

Can a picture capture the ocean?

Can it reveal changing colors,

ripples of the waves,

reflections of the deep?

A mirror to the sky.

Hold the picture up high.

The image lies flat and stagnant,

missing the life and energy

of nature’s creations.