Tranquil breaths and heavy eyes
It’s time to shut the lights.
But fight I must
for sleep is foe,
A portal I must decline invite.
Fallowed, fatigued, feeble flesh
The sandman is too strong.
Succumbed to Z's
The torment begins
Pray I make it to dawn.
Suddenly I'm on a trip
In the back seat of a sedan.
Beginnings are always so innocent
Wild bear traps hidden in sand.
Runaway car, don’t know where we are
Or the woman beside me.
Eyes forward
raising no alarm
Unbothered by my company.
We ride on the road Satan used to get to the garden.
Excavate around
Left to right
Hair raising
wits sharpened.
Eye dropping
Heart stopping
Tear jerking
Teeth knocking
Utter shock to find
A newborn baby
in my arms entwined!
Seconds that would last decades,
A green haired needle popped our bubble.
Wretched, wrinkled
bird claw fingers
snatched my seed
And chucked it out the window!
NOOOO
I heaved!
Lips curled
The demon was pleased.
Torso flying
Arms flailing
Tears wailing
Hell hailing
Wind slipping through my fingers
Empty hands holding two ton stingers.
Sliding back into the leather
Locations switched
We’re in a cellar.
Crooked crow
She gives no breaks
Claws dig deeper down my trache
“Open wide dear”
She forces a smile.
Arms unbound
yet weigh a thousand pounds.
I’ve slipped onto the tracks.
A mouse caught in a glue trap.
Blinded by the smell of char
front tooth snaps off like a KitKat bar.
Nail file
my teeth down to its gums.
Ravaging
Gnawing
Rodents scourging from the light.
Burrowing.
Slicing.
Nostrils clogged up by her spit
Iron tints stream down my lips.
Fin…
Before she welcomes me to death
I wake up soaked and hot in bed.
I search for serpents in my room
Only to be greeted by a bright full moon.
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Rosielianny Reynoso
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Money Talks
This morning I felt the softest hands. Red fingertips and the smell of fresh leather. I was on a private jet on my way to France, according to the woman’s boarding pass. Paris. I’ve never been to Paris; I hope I get to stay long. It’s been a while since I’ve been somewhere nice. The last few months, I have been stuck somewhere… smelly. Stuck in an old torn wallet in the back pocket of a truck driver. Not fun. He refused to spend me! He kept “saving me” for something special. Pathetic humans. I am one of infintriplets. I go, and another can easily come. I’ve been to so many places and have had so many traveling companions I’ve lost track. I do know that before I made it to the truck driver, I was with an artist who gifted me to a teacher. The teacher traded me in for a coffee and that same day, the barista gave me to a doctor. The doctor took me on a cross-country trip and used me for gas at a pit stop. I was a long way from the artist by the time I reached the truck driver. He is by far the most troubled companion I’ve ever traveled with. His stress is making my corners curl and traveling in this garbage heap that he calls a truck, littered with fast food wrappers and crumbs, is most unpleasant. So, was it the man that reeked or was it the truck or was it both!? Ha-ha. Oh, the worried stares he would give me. Some days rudely with no breath mint. He just stared at me, contemplating what to do with me. I got used to our daily stare offs until one day he picked me up with a smile. My spending senses were tingling, and I couldn’t help but to eavesdrop.
By Rosielianny Reynoso4 years ago in Fiction
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