monovox

The corvus disguise, false familia, spousal judas... she gently drifts out into the past as a dream. the carcass she pulled around herself to slip into my world lies at my feet, the black feathers flutter with a sick wet rustle in the breeze...the storms last death rattle.

Standing at the waters edge as the morning light peaks up over the horizon glinting off the black fluttering mass, I look into the dull dead eyes and ponder my acceptance of them. The deception I knowingly bought into...I wanted to believe.

I memorize the eyes, the body, the now benign wings, every part, to remember and to promise that I will recognize the pathology if it comes again. I want to say that it will not happen again... but I know that I cannot. The facade she embodied was correct and she was certainly...a skilled mimic. To find truth you have to except the risks.

I have no choice but to trust. It will come again and I refuse to reject out of hand. To let this one deny me my path... It is so hard not to close the outer walls and erect the barricades. The desire to slam the door down with all my might and lock the avenue away forever, to ensure that I am never enticed into lulled deception like this again, is overwhelming.

I watch the last glimpse of her disappear over the horizon. the morning light builds and brings life to the cold hanging fog and it in turn takes flight. I am intact, non the worse for wear. I pull the wet abandoned carcass up and around me and continue on with guarded relief and warm tears streaming silently as it all becomes me.