So As Not To Offend….

(The Conjurer) - oil on canvas - 1960 - Leonora Carrington (1)


He said look deep into my eyes
and I giggled
remembering the earlier tittering and nudging in the audience
he’s so handsome one girl had whispered
and his face
that close to mine
was beautiful
too smooth
too perfect
and his teeth were too white
I looked briefly
laughing like I wasn’t afraid
but my skin was screaming run
and my spine was broadcasting warnings
throughout every nerve
yet I stayed
too afraid of offending him
of embarrassment
so I stood there
and let him devour me

*artwork by leonora carrington*



About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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