Angela & The Mirror




behind my eyes 

another dimension 
taps me on the 
shoulder, sad, 
fearful, alone.





I turn to my
portal. a blood-rush
fear stares at
itself, at ME. 




my life-vein fabric
surrounds me with
firey red fear.




gathering my image
for the taking a
voice whispers to me,
"come out and play."

"do I know you," I asked.
"your face is strange
to me." 





"you know me 
all too well,"  was 
the fizzled reply. 





"touch the mirror
and step into your
night-tide."




slipping sideways
through my mind's
doorway I asked, 




"what shall we play?" 




staring with
faceless fear I
pleaded, " where
did you go?  I
cannot see you."




no one was there.




in breathy silence 




I spun back
and peered into
the mirror.  







weighing the image
cocooned in black
I gathered my face
for the taking




and from kindled lips
I hissed to the
captured voice,

"you won't go ANYWHERE.

come out to
play!"


wardrobe by sandra azwan
model dewi joko

12 comments:

Aiman Ariffin said...

awesome!

Verónica † said...

I admire u <3

ed said...

nice pics. i think the red really adds a dimension to your story

JJRod'z said...

salute to rick... the words made the pictures move into a story...

LAIFAI said...

I love this!!

JJRod'z said...

how words can make a photo move like a story... good pics Julien and nice words Rick!..

jjrod'z

Nabila Nadzeri said...

great artworks <3

Jorge Luis Barrera said...

¡Qué interesante!

Tiffany said...

nice pictures, they have a sort of movement! and the first ones look spanish!

yoli said...

like it!

H A R R Y G O A Z said...

Have a great week Julien.

Sending you mountains of white light and love.

Paola Dal Lago said...

wah, it reminds me a Really Dark alice in wonderland :) kinda alice in unrealities-land ^^ and i love the sequins-shirt