The Dark Room

                            "The Dark Room" 

 

The late hours of the night surround me as I await the images. 

The traces of different laces bring my mind into the negatives. 

A wash in a dark liquid drapes my body in a red film of elastic,  

leaking on the walls and the floor the same chloroform of plastic.

 

The colors of last night start to project on each blank canvas. 

I stare at the faces of friends as they emerge from the surface.

A memory of time captured by the contorted vision of my eyes.

A moment after the night shift where my decision led to lies. 

 

The background in each picture looks different than before. 

A shadow lurks on the glass table and on the white marble floor. 

I stare at the tainted appearance of the past moments in time. 

I feel the same shadow move in the deep places of my mind. 

 

The silhouette develops as it transforms under the dim light. 

A metaphysical being creeps behind the hours in the night. 

I recognize the face and the rest of the hidden complexion. 

The face in the glass and on the marble reveals my reflection.