House of Mirrors - Sex Stories

House of Mirrors

Lilting melodies Ghost through sunlight In the tattered theme park Circling the lovers Like a haunted merry go round Of Valentine’s memories Motes of spring Whirl around their humid flesh As the park’s lullaby lathers Into the blur of the world And shadows deepen He kisses fantasies On her open lips, His steady touch Silencing the static “Trust me.” Hypnotized by his smile, She follows Looks back, Only for a moment, To see night strangling day Murky clouds in a face Staring back at her The hand in hers vanishes Into a creeping vine of gloom Snaking over her palm As the carnival music booms Ripping her hand free, She scours the area Fighting the whipping wind, As her hair dances like serpents Lashing and biting her skin The shadows reach for her again Screaming his name, She runs from the darkness Deep into the house of mirrors And into an abyss of horror Every reflection hers alone Each moment of her past Screaming accusations Hurtling knives of her mistakes And all the wreckage before him That murdered her worth She whimpers his name And crashes to the floor, Skirt blooming beneath her As she covers her dewing face He reaches for her Through the shadows Just as mirrors shatter around her quivering form Glittering a million futures Onto her delicate skin He claws through the dust Swirling her skin Howling through hell Begging her to open her eyes, To reach for him again But his voice disintegrates Into the glowing zenith of the divine Shimmering down the curtain of her hair Before dissolving in darkness. Trembling inside broken glass, Buried in agony, She opens her eyes Blind.