NaPoWriMo sets the challenge today

to focus on ‘noir’.

How can I not obey?

A glamorous fringe, sweeping one eye

is hard to resist.

Like a bullet bye-bye.

What’s not to love about murders untraced

that whisper round corners,

waists unlaced.

But my kind of noir travels way within,

to the shadow of self

that’s my evil-ish twin.

Because dark in a mirror without conscience or soul

will haunt my life’s work

like irremovable kohl.

For NaPoWriMo Day Nine