Mystery Girls: A Poem




Mystery Girls


Peeking through a lock,
a dim-lit room, dancing candle
wicks, indoor voices to keep
a sleeping house undisturbed

Whispering birds, frail and
sunken-eyed, on a night
where jangling bracelets are
mistaken for bells, and
then taken for wind chimes,
but it’s too still for any of that

China cups rest on the windowsill,
hot tea with extra mint
leaves to read after, when
voices from beyond sink into
anxious bellies, and speak deeply

On a hardwood floor, magazine
cutouts between them, faces green,
hands primrose, pieces of an ancient puzzle
forming the forgotten words
of dead movie actors

They are corporeal on a
flickering screen, corpses
like ours, imitating insomniacs,
mulling over methods
of murdering maniacs, no
morbid curiosity too steep

A key in the eyes of the screaming
starlet, a clue in a dainty
blue shoe

Sweaters pulled tighter, shivers
of excitement, the chill of
the thrill of the kill

Claimed by the conclusion,
added to the colossal collage,
a siren’s solution: leave the
men in the house to succumb
to the eternal sleep


October 8, 2017


Published by Jennifer Patino

Poet.