The Raven



she saw it, perched on the tree 
outside her bedroom window. 
its dark non-reflective eyes 
stared at her, piercing her soul 

she stared back at it, 
hoping it would look away 
and fly off for good, 
but it did not move, 
nor did it turn its gaze. 

suddenly, 
the non-reflective eyes began changing to reflective 
and within the depths of the now reflective dark eyes 
she saw something that made her curious.

for a while she thought 
she had imagined it 
but it happened again, 
the raven tilted its head 
continuing to stare at her 
as if beckoning her 
and then all of a sudden 
it spread its wings and flew off the tree, 
circling near her house, 
waiting for her to follow.
she fell on the floor, 
unconscious 
and her soul surged forward 
and followed the raven 
flying high into the night sky.


hours later 
she woke up in her room 
with severe headache. 
she pressed her fingers 
on the temples and cursed. 
a sudden wave of fear washed through her body 
fear, and something else. 
she rushed to the bathroom 
and vomited in the commode. 
she fell back on her knees 
and waited for another wave of nausea 
but it did not come. 
thankfully, the headache was gone. 
She stood up 
and walked to the basin to wash her face 
and froze. 
a different person stared back at her.


he remembered seeing a raven 
perched on the tree outside his bedroom window. 
the non-reflective eyes staring at him 
and then non-reflectiveness being replaced by reflective
he had clearly seen a face staring back at him 
from inside the reflective pupil of the raven. 
she had beautiful dark brown eyes which stared at him, 
her mouth open in curiosity, 
the mouth he desired to kiss. 
the desire took over,
and he could think of nothing else.
everything around him blurred
and he felt weightless 
he felt her presence in his room
not really there, yet there.
he moved to kiss her, 
his lips inches away from hers
she is not here, he told himself
but -
the next moment her lips touched his
soft and wet,
he opened his mouth 
and let her tongue in
and the next moment
he collapsed on the floor
unconscious.

Now, as he woke up, 
he had severe headache 
he rushed to the bathroom 
to vomit in the commode 
and then wash his face 
only to see the same girl with beautiful eyes 
staring back at him, 
the curiosity replaced
at first by fear and then recognition.

she recognised the face
she had seen this man before
the reflection of whose
stared back at her.
she vaguely remembered 
the soft touch of his lips
and her fingers moved over her own
she felt the lingering wetness
and the taste of his breath
as her tongue had entered his mouth
to meet with his tongue
in a sensual dance.
her body reacted to the memories
and she wanted to feel him
near her, in her.

her thoughts were interrupted
by the kraa of the raven
and an apparition appeared in her bedroom.