A Tale of Two Selfies by I.M. NOSFERATU

Our new offering by Guest Blogger, I.M. Nosferatu, titled A TALE OF TWO SELFIES is a mash-up of Charles Dickens’ A CHRISTMAS CAROL and Edgar Allan Poe’s THE RAVEN just in time for the holidays and New Year’s resolutions— 

A TALE OF TWO SELFIES

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered

Bleak and bleary-eyed to create a witty query

To submit to a publisher or two or three

Imbibing copious libations to the creative deities that be

After all, it worked for Huxley, Kesey and others before me

There came a gentle tapping, rapping

In the corridor outside my locked bedroom door

I was alone in the house, just me

So at this late hour who, or even more alarming,

What on this earth could it possibly be?

I did not want to know so I copped two benzos

Downed a liter of stout and waited for the blackout

But twice shy was I of sleep much less a drunken stupor

As the rapping became a knocking which in turn

Became a rat-tat-tat cacophonous pounding which

Was now in sync with a cerebral grinding in my frontal lobe

Alas, I could stand it no longer and jumped out of my bed

White knuckled grip on my Ticonderoga with its sharpened lead

Ready, if need be, to stab the eyes out of the walking dead

I flung open my bedroom door to find—

Neither Edgar Allan Poe’s Lenore nor the Raven nevermore

Instead I found a wizened visage staring back at me

But there was something familiar about the face

The deep-set eyes, the crook in the nose, the weak chin

OMG, it was me from another time staring back at me

His hair – my future hair – was white and close cropped but

It was there, as was the hunched shoulders and cavernous frame

Skin like corrugated cardboard freckled with liver spots

Was this a mirage? The confluence of mixing drugs and beer?

My future-self raised a bony finger and pointed it at me

Actions have consequences, said he, that go far beyond you and me

You will see—you will see – believe me —

Before I could respond much less think, he was gone in a blink

And I was alone again – just me — with nothing to do but ponder

My destiny.

by I.M. Nosferatu

I.M. Nosferatu hails from Gehenna (look it up). He has an encyclopedic mind for horror, sci-fi, paranormal, and the occult. He has myriad other hobbies and interests which may not be appropriate to print here (or to divulge at all), but his mission in life (and death) at least for our purposes, is to find good (or as he puts it “sick”), spine-chilling, blood-curdling media in the horror genre and tout it to the world. He is a straight shooter and calls ‘em like he sees ‘em. He will not suffer fools, sycophants, ass-kissers, brown-nosers, and other suck-ups. Pillow Talking is thrilled to have him on board as a guest blogger despite having never met him face-to-face and dealing solely through emails (at odd hours of the night).

If you have something in particular you would like for I.M. Nosferatu to review, you may contact him (if you dare) at IMNos4A2.gmail.com.

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