The Man In The Watch Face

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Vintage Publishing


The monster inside

Submitted: September 06, 2018

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Gazing at the watch, that sits upon my wrist,

It’s golden color, shimmers in the sunlight.

A reflection in the watch face, but it’s not mine,

Crimson eyes stare back, a chill up my spine.

 

The man in the watch face, appears suddenly,

Grey clouds block the sun, the mercury plummets.

Shrouded by shadows, his identity remains anonymous,

A sharp, sinking feel, appears in my stomach.

 

Summer flashforwards to winter, snow begins to fall,

An gust of icy wind, freezes the hands of time in place.

This silence is the loudest thing I’ve ever heard, suspense

And anxiety rising, as dead air permeates the airspace.

 

Darkness floods from it’s banks, a sensation of pure evil,

Thoughts swirling, I may be face to face with a God.

Spectre in hand, wearing an animal head as a crown,

He raises his arm, brandishing a cross with a handle.

 

Dots connected like constellations, as the shadows dissolve,

Every natural disaster happens at once, a descent into chaos.

He had the head of a Jackal, and suddenly I begin to recall

History and mythology, I know this figure: Set, an egyptian God.

 

Grey clouds become a sickly green, the rain continues to pour,

Except this is not water, blood itself is falling from the sky.

Set gestures his head, finally getting a break from his gaze,

Skeletons and corpses litter a scorched landscape.

 

An uncomfortable feeling, begins to crawl up my back,

Pressure of asphyxiation in my chest, loss of Oxygen.

My gaze locked on Set, only thoughts of death in my head,

How much time do I have left, I can’t approximate.

 

Suddenly, silence once again, the sunlight returns,

Oxygen fills my lungs, my golden watch begins to shimmer.

The landscape revived, everything is just fine, I look back

Into the watch face, and only my reflection remains.

 


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