The Interview.
At first I feared our rendezvous
would not take place…
It might melt Into nothingness,
My chances sabotaged by chic elaborates….
Shut out by heavy swinging gates.
But there you were…
in a suit of velveteen.
A large lizard shooting your cuffs,
with a supercilious smile,
You called it ‘all aesthetics.‘
Music, dance and art…as though
you were an immortal fixture
in this modern world.
And I … drab girl
with rattling insecurities,
Sat still and dim and dumb.
And all the while your eyes
were piercing with intent…
Like a salivating beast advancing
on its prey….
Dark penumbras gathered
in that fetid room.
And I…in fear…nay terror,
I jumped up…
..…Suffer me not to join
that Hall of Broken Dreams.
Another porcelain soul
cracked by lust and avarice…
And I ran…
I ran along the savage city street….
heading for oblivion.
Kristine Byrne Sept 26th 2018