The Washbasin

It all starts with the door slamming

The key turning, that definite click and jangle of keys

The heavy steps walking away.

I’ve spent the day in the clinic,

I keep telling them the washbasin is weird,

There’s stuff down there

I can hear them.

They say you are a lunatic, it’s what we expect from you.

So now with the door locked,

I’m staring at the washbasin.

Down inside there’s a horse whinnying,

A dog is barking,

There a voice words I don’t understand

And all the while there’s an overwhelming urge

To stand and peer down the hole.

“Look deeply into the darkness

For from the darkness will come light.”

It’s the lady who says that

Tells me I will ok, no harm will come

“Just trust,” she says

So, I look and my eyes are caught

I can’t look away

I feel myself being sucked in

Hands grab me and I am being pulled

All the while there are voices

Conversations happening

I feel lips caress my face

There’s a kiss planted firmly on my mouth

It takes my breath away

I open my eyes and it’s her

Staring at me

A gentle smile

A hand takes mine and we……

I awaken and she is there

Standing by the washbasin

“Lovely visit,” she says

never stopping the alluring smile.

As she disappears down the sink hole

I hear her velvet voice

“See ya soon, Michael.”

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