The flames chatter to themselves in the fireplace, an eerie dialogue of insanity for any who walk near. Two armchairs, leather skin pulled tight over their flames, duel in silence. Each is precariously turned towards the other, foul words of a previous conversation hanging in the stale air.
But my calamity lies with the heads.
A line from a novel comes to me,
“We bear the grins of the smiling dead.”
So truthful a description, for a place such as this.
A macabre theatre of plaques and glass eyes, static veins and dull teeth. A glass of amber liquid – whiskey probably – sits on the coffee table, a buffer zone between the somber chairs.
It reflects the cruelty, the sourness, of this grim parlor.
Mechanical organs and broken clocks.
That’s all I feel.
Torn pages smeared with ink,
echoes of sonnets from the brink.
A tattoo on my wrist,
stemmed by a vein he once kissed.
An empty meadow,
a quiet breeze.
A wasteland liar,
an apocalyptic tease.
Humans should not fear death,
for we caused it in the first place.
Death fears nothing,
nor does it bow to any vestibule of fate.
Love fears nothing,
not even Death.
In some cases,
Love and Death are the same person.
Two halves of a coin.
Two sides of a card.
Two faces of a god.
Two hands of a devil.
Writers are murderers in their own right,
sealing fates with words of contrite.
It is on the carcasses of trees that they ink their tales,
Blood is the ink by which they use,
blackened by the deaths it has transduced.
Employed are a writer’s words of guise,
capable of telling both truth and lie.
from far beyond the walls.
from far beyond Society’s ails.
a life now ensued,
a path I can now tread.
They say eyes are windows to the soul,
panes of glass in which to glimpse a person’s whole.
They say eyes speak with words untold,
pages never to be written.
Books never to be sold.
Some say eyes are orbs by which to see, and nothing more.
Those who adhere to one thing are destined to ignore,
for the eyes are so much more than glass, unspoken words, and orbs.
Brittany Coffman here, the author/creator of this corner of the Web. “The Shadow Gallery” is my official debut as a blogger-person-thing, so I hope that you, the readers, find it worthy. (If not, oh well.)