The ghost of you hung in the air and I knelt before your demon.
I knew who you were. I had accepted my fate long ago, and far away in a time that never existed. Clinging to a hope you would see what I saw when I looked at my reflection in your eyes. The reverberation of rage in your voice told me you had not noticed. I bowed my head over my kneeling knees.
Keeping my eyes on the cement, I watched as your feet paced in front of me. I knew better than to raise my head, to catch your eye, to catch the fury that would follow.
There was a sadness in the air as I felt your disappointment. Your pacing feet did not display this disappointment. The shadow of the past, he hung hiding in the corners.
I was at peace, as the air hissed, and your fist caught the side of my head. My body slumped and sighed. I lay there for a moment before you realized what you had done.
Two ghosts brushed past each other. They turned in recognition and locked eyes. A lifetime of emotions filled the air, suffocating all who existed in it. Two ghosts dissolved into opposite directions.
You looked down in anger. Disbelief took over. When you pushed me, softly, with your fingertips, your ghost came back. That's when you felt the sadness.
It cracked at your hardened heart and you remembered. You cried your tears into my hair. Hoping, like a fairytale your tears would bring me back.
I gave up on the fairytale in the time long ago that never existed. The ghost of me hung in the air, only for a moment. It couldn't leave before knowing you were sorry.
Malleable and fun mimicry.
Pliable, I can push you into any shape that fits my mood. I like to make you round and smooth, whirling you around in my hand. Then, I'll roll you out on the table to make a faceless snake. Swinging you around like a dancer on silks. You amuse me. Or sometimes, I'll flatten you out into a pancake.
A nearby newspaper adds to my fun.
"Oh Marmaduke! What crazy mess have you gotten yourself into today?"
But you are not Marmaduke or even a newspaper depiction of him. You are silly putty. And in your silly putty world everything is backwards.
S t r e t c h e d O u t
Manipulated and recreated but never as good as the original.
You are just a shapeless blob. What will you do when everyone finds out you're a fraud?
Hush little baby
Don't say a word
Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird
And if a mocking bird won't do
Mama's gonna teach you
A thing or two
Cause in this world
It's tit for tat
No more nic-nac-paddy-whack
Jack and Jill go up the hill
Where Jack falls down
Fucked up on pills
Jill helps pay for Jack's drug habit
By rentin out 'er pussy
To horny jackrabbits
Hey diddle diddle a cop and a fiddle
Jack gets high as the moon
Of course; Jill cries to get out of a pinch
In jail, Jacks a lil spoon
Now Jill's the old woman who lives in a shoe
Has so many children
She doesn't know what to do
Feeds 'em govt cheese and govt bread
Whips them all soundly
And puts 'em to bed
Then DCF comes
And takes 'em away
Bounces 'em round til they come of age
Then tosses 'em out, right on to the street
Delinquents and ruffians
Each one of em be
No parents or morals or nursery rhymes
No twinkle twinkle
No little star shine
Hey diddle diddle a cat and a fiddle
Lost eyes stare at the moon
Childhood lost no future ahead
Her little soul left for ruin
**for my niece and the half dozen half siblings she'll never know...