A gang of evergreens sway unbothered in increasing wind
He crouches between them
Pressing darkness overhead races to meet the thunder
Casting air into lungs – he erects from dirt
The seduction of submission gnaws on his heels
He brazens into open field
Closing in are the bleating calls of scathing violence
Nothing but red rain on the horizon
Water falls – an unrelenting beating of the Earth
Afraid – yet past indignities ignite the war-lust within him
one less package of ramen in the pantry today
it somehow now appears empty
even though I only threw out a
single expired package of ramen
there were two,
and now only one
when there were two
it offered unique touch of colour
amongst the myriad of dried pastas and canned foods
one green package, one orange
I was going to make a couple stir fry
my first homemade ramen
these small yet comforting ideas
nestled in the back of my mind
easing threats of boredom and redundancy
and how utterly stupid
to feel a jab of loneliness as the garbage lid shuts
I stare into my pantry, with the light off
and it stares back
I was captured
on a sunny day
with that sharp
sparkling line
The invitation cast
manipulation
My mouth may be hooked
yet I cannot help
to laugh along with you
For it was my own fault
I followed you to the shore
I wanted to know more
You showed me your feet
and danced on the beach
I was enticed
by the glow of the lights
But it was all for show
I didn’t know
and now
even though
you tore me apart
I sit here on display
as your trophy
polished and beautiful
but
gutless
and missing my spine
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