The snake had suffocated the Thinker hundreds of miles away. Her heart stood behind stone and masonry, many miles more. It crumbled and tumbled, the young Witch sat hugging her bare knees, hiding her face. Her frail hands, her nails clenched deep into her flesh, staining protein in the rust.
Left, left, left, my finger goes as I scroll through what my boss called the “man store”. And though I’m not looking for a man, the store description is concise. You can find all the deals here, aside from paid subscriptions. Try for 30 days and you can still return. Warranty for 1 year, return … Continue reading No Commitments, No Alarms
Swivel round and round, three points. Only one private, at least in appearance. I make my way round, each swivel becoming more and more bogged down by an occlusion. Gel filling the chamber and into my lungs, pushing the air out. I try to cry out but my mouth held tight by hands with fish … Continue reading Craning
Where are you at? I don't know your name. Time and again I feel like you're teasing me in a most cruel way, slinking away like smoke.
One, two, three. Tickets dispensed, potions made. Slap your hands clean, dip them in hot cauldrons, burn away the remains with poisons. Repeat. Throw in a few clients. Smile and appease, repeat.
You make me stupid smile, and I cannot help it. I want you by my side, fighting the horrors of the world, back to back. But I must let go of your sweet smile, missing you every day.
Paying homage to the dead who have written before me. Critiques of mankind and a cynical nature, a man I admired spat his truth in frustration. Whether right or wrong, he pronounced his voice and lived with conviction. The dead still affect the living.
They prep for the excursion buying flasks of water, strapping a pint to their sides, weighing out their costumes. I put on my pointed hat, leathers. My outfit draws my mirror's smile. I promise myself to finally get a bowl of the ever delicious smelling mushroom soup.
Though the witch loves to conjure potions, she attempts making charms, spinning stories, and teaching others. Masters before her watch in earnest of her growth. Some smile, others scowl.
Maybe it was the way she looked at me. Beautiful caramel and bright smile. Teacup in her hands and a wealth of knowledge behind her glasses.