NOT TODAY
The Backwards Door Moves Forward
“Not Today”
The lady’s lips curled like a curse.
Her eyes squinched tight, possessed by something bitter.
She pointed sharp, jagged, relentless
at the old woman with long pink hair,
who sat calmly, eating chocolate-covered gummies,
Halloween sweetness melting into memory.
The air thickened.
The words came, venomous and familiar:
“You always ruin everything. You’re too much. You’re wrong.”
But the old woman didn’t flinch.
She chewed slowly, swallowed truth,
and said, with sovereign grace:
“Not today.”
She rose.
She walked through the backwards door
into a land of cherry popsicles and hot chocolate,
where no finger pointed,
and every curl of the lip was a smile.
The door creaked back, the silence spoke,
A candy grin, a memory choked.
Footsteps echo, truth will not hide
The mask remembers who has died.
Undo the night, rewind the scream,
This treat was born inside a dream.
written, created, edited by
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
California
Trusselli Art
an Outside Stages Production
About the Creator
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
Welcome to My Portal
I am a storyteller. This is where memory meets mysticism, music, multi-media, video, paranormal, rebellion, art, and life.
I nursing, business, & journalism in college. I worked in the film & music industry in LA, CA.
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