Caught in the Spell

The fiery rage explodes; 

memory flashes, bubbles, froth, and rise.

Water boils over in the copper kettle 

flames spit cartoonishly

from the base of my clapping skull cap.

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Dishes audibly spin in the cabinets 

till they fly through the

etched glass doors, shattering on the carpet. 

~~~

I cling unsteadily to the back of a chair,

barely allowing air to whistle through pressed lips 

squeaking between firmly clenched teeth

unable to hold back stinging salty tears.

~~~

Lights flickering until bulbs burst

sparks spew around me.

Pressure continues to build. 

Fear ballooning, steadily expanding.

~~~

So, I clutch

at whatever I find near, 

a highball…

Grasping it in two hands

all it takes is one quick motion -- 

I force a shear cleave. 

~~~

A glass-shattering scream

even I can hear 

streams from my open mouth

piercing crystal and

bleeding the ear.

~~~

I reconnoiter my surround. 

To my great astonishment, all is well, 

but for the single glass

worth of shards

covering my bare feet. 

I limp away from the scene 

hands dripping

you've yet again wounded me. 

~~~

I never saw it coming

could this evil spell have

assailed telepathically? 

a quantum leap from the past

to destroy me?

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Upon review

I've built up your power

you're just stalking me

through my window.

A pathetic peeping tom

in the grass on my lawn.

Git - or I'll turn on the hose,

be gone with ye…

K.B. Silver