Let me consider a while, in fracturing mirror;
The bells ring threateningly impassable path collapse.
I exist on thick stratus clouds obsidian laps,
Laughing mania maniacal teeth
At pitchforks and torches, flames and horses, mobs malicious.
I will offer you no retreats.
My existence radials from metaphors cores,
Signs of times unsublime; trumpets and seals,
Exsanguination moon and ashing sun tides,
At my manifestation surfacing riling rise!
You will find me where I am remote.
You will find me where I am cunning and silent.
You will seek me where I am circumspect.
Let me consider a while,In fracturing mirror;
The silence ripples out in wasp honey articulate,
Sickly sweets decaying desiccates.
I am lurking unholy gothics,
Under invocations ancient,
I am plague flesh fevered,
Howled slowly in spreading bleeding blacks.
I am reviled hearts in atavisms,
Abhorrence in hidden self harm hinderances.
Hidden in underneath’s, a human heart screams for ascent,
A new creation, a new monster, a new confluence.
Judge me, O Efreeti, according to me…
Dying off into a terrified…wisping…whimpering…whispers
© Leila Samarrai
Photo Credit: The False Mirror, 1928 by Rene Magritte