(HORROR & FANTASY FICTION)

My face in the mirror stares back with stranger’s eyes.
Terror is there and so is surprise.
I glance at the clock on the table to find
Hours have passed since I was last in my mind.

Red paint is splattered everywhere I look
Who did this to my perfect house?  Who ruined my perfect look?
I look back at the mirror and see
I have that red paint splashed all over me.

Oh, God help the person who did this to me!
I always look good. No one can ever see…
Where is my husband?  I know he is home.
I made his favorite dinner.  A huge steak, a T- bone.

“Baby, where are you?  You need to see this mess.
They ruined my makeup, my hair and my dress.
Oh, there you are, Sweetie.  Get up off the floor.
Why don’t you answer me?  Baby?  I have more…”

“Good Lord, why is that knife in your back?
Get up, get up!  I might get attacked!
You are so stubborn!  Just stay on the floor!
I’ll handle this my way, while me you ignore.”

“I’ll clean up the paint and make our home right.
I just wish you always didn’t have to fight.”
“The steak is too tough and the potato is cold.”
You made me do this.  You made me act bold."

“You lay there now all cold and all dead.
While I’m all alone, a lady in red.
I don’t look good in this color, it washes me out.
See what you did when you started to shout?”

“You made me lose my lady like self.
I remember now.  I took the knife off the shelf.
You laughed at me and called me a *****.
Well, whose laughing now, you cold *******?”

I Remember:
Thinking I was watching a horror movie,
This couldn’t be happening, not here, not now.
I Remember:
Reaching up to find tears on my face
Calling my husband to ask him if this was real,
And his awful answer; “Yes.”
I Remember:
Staring at the television all day long,
Not daring to leave, afraid to move, so afraid.
Watching those planes fly into the buildings over and over again.
I Remember:
The eerie silence that night as no planes were flying.
The fear I felt as we heard a fighter jet fly low over our house.
I asked my husband, “Is it ours?  Is it ours?”
His arms tightening around me.
His answer.
“I hope so.”
I Remember and I Will Never Forget!

The fires of hell are burning near,
Eating the hills alive.
Things alive have had to run,
Hoping they will survive.

The moon hung blood red in the sky last night.
An ominous sign of death.
Brave men and women are fighting the flames,
And fighting to catch a clean breath.

The smoke curls over the city
An evil veil of doom.
Shrouding its work and hiding the death,
Until winds reveal the blackened ruin.

The sun tries to shine but weakly,
Through the thick smoke it shows
A thin pallor of its normal glory
Weakened by the smoke below.

Brave men fight on and will eventually win,
But at what cost will this fire bring?
Death, destruction, blackness and ruin,
The roar of hells fires now sing.

Where did it go, that wonderful feeling?
The anticipation, the ache, the need?
Desire, Passion.
Mourning its loss, you and I.

I know it is there, buried under the dishes,
The laundry, the cleaning, the shopping,
The pain, the arguments over nothing.
The us that once was.

I see the longing in your eyes;
I feel the want in my own heart;
We stand on opposite sides of this chasm
But no bridge is there.
What do we do, Love?
What do we do?

You think I don’t feel the same as you do,
But you were never more wrong.
I miss that oneness, the desire, the passion.
I just don’t know how to rebuild the flame.
The ember still glows here within my heart,
It just needs a fan to flame into being.

How do we bridge this chasm between us?
How do we fan the flame in my heart?
I need to want you, to desire you once more, Love.
I hate this feeling of growing apart.