Ghosts

She sat….in front of him.. in her black and white figure hugging retro dress. swirls of white material in the darkness of the black jersey fabric .. a yin yang of fabric..onyx and alabaster, a ..her hair in a dark brown pixie cut.. her face prominent.. the geography of her visage…the dark blue eyes…an abyss of an ocean… a dark Burmese sapphire.. her nose white…delicate…rosy…one of her best features he thought…an exquisite mouth…not to thick nor thin red lips..was that lipstick…or the byproduct of genes..who knows…only a kiss would reveal the secret..

Her white..or beige..maybe cream or was it egg shell purse with the tortoise shell handle..rich brown with spots..was it really tortoise or an imitation…too much details streaming into his mind…  too much data..colors..details…syntax..adjectives…all pouring into his mind..conquering his brain..he never noticed her fingers..long..manicured red nails..cocktail rings..a huge octagonal onyx with some gold and diamonds on one of her fingers..

Silence…utter silence…is it dream or reality.. did the Gods decide to play it right this time..toss the right die.. Are they willing to make me happy.. give me an illusion..a mirage..a false hope..here I am in a desert walking…barely living…clinging to hope..illusions..dilutions..hysterical dreams..nightmares..ghosts visiting my soul at night..Lillith stealing the boy from the crib..slashing his throat with a cracked piece of glass..early departure..early kingdom..death of dreams…visitation of dark haunted places… the sadness enveloping us…clinging hopes..shattered reality..

He gazed into her soul…fragile..fragmented soul..shards of thoughts…a penny for every shard..she laughed…I’d be so rich by now…An evil laugh laced by some bitter almond..or was it some cyanide from your nan’s stash…an onyx cigarette holder appears on the table…did you just remove it from your purse…I have no idea…a pack of blue green St. Moritz ..and gracefully the cigarette is in the holder… i arch forward and light it with your gold plated St. Dupont ..inhale ..once …twice…and a blue smoke is exhaled into my face…invade my nostrils…fills my  lung with a burning sensation…amid this smoke your face was shining.. a halo of light surrounds it.. an image of a saint.. or the devil in disguise.

I came from the past..a broken home..a Victorian bleak childhood…thrown into the streets of the city..had to fend for myself…sold myself to provide for a family…snatched off by an older man…a mistress…a slave…he taught me everything…a lady of the night.. a dark mistress..a glamourous flower in the daylight.. a venus trap in the night…leather and lace…silk…velvet…just give me a whip..a rope…and close your eyes..enjoy the slashes..the burnt skin..the pain shooting up your spine…let the pain be fruitful and multiply..Enjoy each sting..bite..scratch..choke and whip she said…I was in awe…all that shaky moral under those layers…indeed the devil in disguise…

Would you like another coffee… a snap…off button…what…another coffee…the same brunette server who brought the espresso…No thanks …one is more than enough…the reverie necklace snapped..the gems are all over the floor..the train stopped…technical difficulties…what shall he do…stare blankly at the crimson wall…another frames before his eyes…his eyes shocked…surprised…bitter reality…where did she go…What was she..the burden of the mystery… rises up…throws his coat on his shoulder..pushes through the crowds toward the glass door..pushes it open…slippery and cold…the night before his eyes and he steps into it…

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2 thoughts on “Ghosts

  1. Noor says:

    I miss commenting here.
    I love that you use the word abyss. Love that word. It’s also refreshing that what you write always feels like the raw version of your thoughts, one running after the other, you lay them bare for us.
    Write on
    Long posts ftw! 😀

    • observationofalostsoul says:

      Noor thanks its not yet complete…yes you know myu thing.. never write in full phrases..just what comes to my mind.. I didnt know u love abyss u never mentioned that..though Ms Austen wont be happy that a delicate soul would love this word 😛

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