the sound of the shutter blocked out the noise around her
and she became entranced by what lay before her
the poise, the fluidness, the delicacy
of the beauty on the other side of the lens
entranced her, mystified her, rapt her
so engrossed by the sound of the camera
and the beauty it fraught to capture
she barely noticed the vibrant eyes' luster vanishing
once it caught her attention that was all she saw
with every click of the shutter
her eyes could see more clearly the absence of shine
when the photographer paused for but a moment
and the rhythmic sound of the shutter ceased
she noticed the beauty's striking resemblance to her own
drawing her hand away from her face
she gazed upon her translucent skin
just as the sound of the shutter recommenced
she watch as with every click of the shutter
the translucency faded into a opaqueness
until she found herself quite whole
once again she looked at the mirror image of the beauty
the eyes a blank soulless stare of blackness
she vaguely heard the shutter stop, the session end
as she was left, just her, gone was the vacant-eyed beauty
the photographer flipped a switch on the camera
submerging her into complete and utter darkness
she felt a strange glow behind her and spun
a movie sized window stood before her
the giant eerie smile of the photographer looked at her
"ah, my delicate precious flower,
you will be the perfect addition to my collection."
then came a click and she was engulfed by the darkness.
(photo by India Hobson) |
There is a sense of recognition through the subject—both beautiful and frightening. A fine poem.
ReplyDeleteEveryone knows the camera captures your soul.
ReplyDeleteFunnily enough it reminded me of a mix between Dorian grey and Poe! Loved the softness until the last few lines where a recognition of fate occurs
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