In the blink of an
She watches over all
Moving at light speed
An arrow zings by
Her crown glows
With a blinding light
That reaches the projectile
The tool burns to a crisp
Charred into ashes
Her mind scans the area
For the archer’s location
She spots the shooter-
Perched in a pearly tree
The archer falls backwards
Through many shiny fruits
And violet leaves—
Something flies over him~
Swoops in to catch the archer
Right before he lands on the ground
She tries catch follow them,
But they vanish in a blink of an eye.
It whispered. She failed to concentrate on her work. Where was that voice coming from?
Her heart began to race. She checked the closet~ nothing. Under her bed— zilch.
She stared at the radio that looked as if it had been around for ages. The one her gruncle had handed to her when she turned nine.
The radio dials started to move. She stood frozen watching the peculiar action.
A voice beamed through the speaker:
“Together, you & I shall always will be.”
The lass was startled. She ran to check the radio. It had no batteries!
Once again, the radio tuned itself. What kind of prank was this?
The voice came out more clear this time:
“Louise, we will never let you go. You are stuck with us.”
She gulped. Then Louise asked in a trembling tone, “Who are you? How long....will you...keep bothering..me??”
“We are a part of you. How long have we been together? Our dear Louise, we have known you for a very long time. Ever since you were born.
“We don’t plan on leaving any time soon. In fact from the moment we met you, we decided to be with you forever.”
The crowds gathered with torches and pitchforks. Altogether they cried: “Burn the witch!” They threw deformed rotten tomatoes at the young girl.
She bowed her head and tried her best not to look at the folks all out to watch her be burned. A giant roach scurried past her and went rushing under a nearby wooden plank.
The folks all cheered the minute that the witch was tied to the stake. They watched with delight as a burning torch was moved close to the girl’s feet. The fire danced by her body. It swirled and hissed as it increased around her.
It didn’t stop there. The flames roared with rage and flew like fireworks. Some of the flames landed on top of one of the thatched cottage.
The fire on that roof burned and found its way on another cottage. Folks panicked and feared for their homes.
They looked at the stake where the girl had been placed, she was gone. All they heard was the sound of maniacal laughter.
The fire raged on and on. The villagers were distraught. They hoped that their homes would not be too hard to fix, and that the witch was gone.
Leaves rustle in the breeze
As the kid makes a loud sneeze
Something lurks in the shadow
Waiting, at a section really low
With one touch
The child feels a scratch
Places a hand over cheek
Spots the fiery dark being~ “Eek!”
The being lunges forward
Little one feeling quite tired
Has no way to stop the monster
It moves much closer—
Leaving a cloud of smoke
Completing it’s work like no joke
Both vanish in a snap-
While some water drips from the tap
I was enthralled by the mystery play because there were so many characters who could have killed the beautiful damsel who was found tossed like trash in a dark alley.
It could have been the man who found the bloody body and had blood all over his clothes. He claimed that he had tried to resuscitate her to no avail.
Maybe, it was the woman’s fiancé who had become enamored of another woman but couldn’t bear to tell her. If he knocked her off now, he could scarf money from their mutual bank account. Possibly, it was her fiancé’s new love interest, hoping to hasten the absence of her rival.
Was it her nasty friend who owed her money and didn’t want to pay her back?
Perhaps it was a threatening rapist who didn’t have time to rape her before the body was discovered. The realm of possibilities intrigued my imagination.
Suddenly, the characters in the play stopped in the middle of the action. All, except the dead woman, pointed accusingly to the audience in which I was seated. “It was one of you!” they screamed. They proceeded to stomp off the stage to the seats out of the spotlight. I was flabbergasted when they stopped in front of my seat and yelled, “Arrest him! He’s the one who did it!”
Finally, it dawned on me! This wasn’t a play and these weren’t actors. I killed the woman in cold blood when urges overcame me. I had built a fantasy world to cover my aberrations because I couldn’t face the truth. I turned to run but it was too late. I keep rehashing this over and over in my padded cell. Did I really do this or was it just an Illusion?
Nether cosmos of optimal
More statues pointing North
And we all bow
Until thesis, finger-food
You can’t send back what never was sent
Nor reverse engineer,
The lies of the rent
And claim it “time well spent”
We didn’t want to know
But we didn’t know that
Bumbling to help
The cat in the hat
Has it all down
But fear of the brand
Last breath on the sand
And youre drowned
Packed in cement…
all but your head
honey and fire ants present
If I were an organ
What might I be?
I could be a bladder
To help you hold your pee
Or I could be a kidney
A filter of sorts
You would have two of me
Based on most reports
There are so many organs
Just where should we start?
I would never have time to rest
If I were your beating heart
Be still my heart
For it might make me quiver
If I had the chance
To be your liver
I have a secretion that I could tell
Is a game endocrinologists play
What comes from which gland?
But who am I to say?
Some find it confusing
In many a foreign land
Where they don’t know the difference
Between an organ or gland
But speaking of organs
I must really come clean
That I had high hopes
To be born a spleen
In time all things must pass
Through this organ it’s very true
Because if I were your intestines
I would help you to poo
Speaking of poo
When filled with gas you might Howl
This too passes through
If I were your bowel
Or if I gave it some thought
Though you might think me vain
I would give it some serious thought
To be born a brain
Wait now dear reader
I know what I should be
If I were born an eyeball
I could finally see!