The Dark to my Light


Her eyes were fixed. I couldn’t gain her attention. It was almost like she was in a trance. I then noticed her breathing became faster and louder. Then slight trembling of her bottom lip. I called her name but she wouldn’t respond. It was like she was staring at something horrifying. But nothing was there. A tear streamed down her face as she gasped. I grabbed her arm.

I was finally able to break the spell she seemed to be under. She stood before me still shaking and seemed unsure just where she was. She looked around as if she was trying to find something she lost.

We gathered our things and headed to the car. We sat for a minute. I turned to her, wanting to know but not quite sure what to say. Then I hear her speak, “I saw myself. But it wasn’t me. It was like I was in another world. Everything I am here, doesn’t exist there.” She wipes her tears away smearing her mascara further. “What do you mean, what did you see?” She turns to me and says, “the yin to my yang. The dark to my light. Evil. I saw evil.

2019 LA Vent


11 thoughts on “The Dark to my Light”

  1. That was good. It reminds me of parallel universes. Like alternative worlds where we might be worse off (in her case) or better off (in other cases) than we are in the universe which is our own reality. It says a lot in a few words. Very thought provoking.

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