The Storm Approaches

The flap of wings can be heard as she mutters, "I'd sell my soul..." but what comes after is muffled... her knuckles claw at the blood that drips down over the arch of her upper lip...The sound of something coming fades to silence. It will enter undetected. Not when you call for it. It is likely it is already there.


"Take my eyes away from me. I see too much!" She cries.

Crimson tainted fingers fall to her sides... staining the white linoleum tiles of her bathroom.

So lack luster... so calm... it meets her with a mild annoyance.
She finds comfort in the coldest room.

Shoulders sunken, head cast downwards...
The shell of a person remains.

A soft crackling..
Noise fades to silence.


I look up to face the reflection that belongs to me.

I scratch the glass but I remain unscathed.

"Who Am I?" I ask.

The reflection's lips curve towards the sky..
There is something menacing in her eyes.

"You'll Never Know."

My palm quickly covers the reflection's face.
Holding on to the ideas of a time once past, I remove my hand with renewed strength... but she is gone....

She is already gone.