I am standing in the mirror, and I am watching you get dressed. Your voice rings softly, almost lulling me into deep serenity. I cannot rest now, something is clinging onto my heart strings and playing with my chest.
Your fingers fumbled with the buttons on your blouse and a curse upon the world leaks out from your mouth. I smile, my breath hitching on something unsaid.
I stand up and swirl out of the stillness in the shadowed room. I cannot rest, something is rooting itself out of my brain. My hands turn into clenching fists, but my eyes wander. They go limp, and my heart skips a beat. I am in love again.
Your lips move up and down and around in wordless speech. It comes through as nothing but hymns. Honey falling into my ears. My hand presses lightly on the glass and I close my eyes. I cannot rest.
The trees. You forgot her in the trees. Upon a whining rope twisting in the wind. The cold dries out the skin and removes the color from her chafed neck. She’s hanging on by the thread. High in the trees, waiting to fall on the trail and reveal her visage like a leaf. Don’t be so wasteful.
I repressed my chuckle. My worries had been quantified. Unfortunately, I have to leave you for now. My body trembled at the prospect of more playtime. I brushed my fingertips across the glass – a part of me dared to lick it – maybe I could taste your essence.
You were on the bed, eyes upon me. I am looking into you as you look into your own image.
You shift your weight and I can see the meat of your ass cushion itself against the sheets. The blouse is hanging on for its life. I am hanging on for dear life.
A breath of euphoria escaped from my nose in three stutters. The chambers of my heart jumped up and pumped blood that surged through me like I was being powered by the sun itself.
You move, and your underarm delicately jiggles – only slightly as you get comfortable. I swallow my saliva as my eyelids flutter.
Her face full of terror stretched her skin across her skull and into the uncanny. Her dirt streaked cheeks colored her pain. The rope tightens as it's pulled and she jams her little fingers under the noose. They crack from the pressure and in under three minutes she is limp. Dead bitch.
I am not wasteful, no. I am simply forgetful.
Too many to keep track of, especially when there are so many around the corner.
I am not wasteful, no. I am patience waiting to strike.
It falls in a single swoosh. Crumpling against the soil, crunching underfoot. Her neck was in the shape of a question mark. Signifying the burning thought on her mind as it slipped away into breathless dark.
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(Huge thanks to
for the amazing prompt on Day 16 from her 30 Day’s of Fright Writing Challenge that she uses to post inspiration every DAY! It truly inspired this piece along with a song, which will be linked at the very bottom)A Mirror for Two Voices
Damn! I let that one in and it took me out! The voice here is terrifying! Well done!
How do you surprise me? I know it is coming, the details crisp & still boom the chill hits & I'm omg omg omg every single time!