staring at myself
getting lost
in wide
twitching eyes
and gaping
contorted mouth
wild flowing hair
pinned back
still flying round
my tear streaked
sweating face
like a cross section
of a sedimentary lake bed
monstrous noises
terrorize me
screaming?
laughing?
no way of telling
camera flashes
temporarily
erase my countenance
from the window
and chrome bits
no matter how
I cry and plead
there is no escape
no assistance
that is something
from the movies
or TV
no high speed chase
to find me
they know where I am
they let me go
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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