Stop playing on the iPad and try something new
A single speck of iridescence fills a bubble of space,
Garnished surface like a spotlight
On a dark stage.
Paper rustles, itching to be free, through
Mouth of dark nothing, still
Yawning as the day
A sturdy paperweight of flesh slams upon the
White cream cardstock,
Rolls of fat
Filling in the
Pale white knuckles peaking
Through the layer
Of blubber as the other
Fist, the way her mom always told her not to.
From the tunnel emerges
A tip as short and stubby as that of her
new crayola box just last week.
Now the night creatures blew cold gusts of breath from their grimy mouths sending the black fringed curtain to fly from her forehead
Red eyes and puckered lips,
In increasing speed black horse
Riding through the sandstorm
From her side the rider reveals her final weapon in a flourishing
Wave before stabbing the sharp prongs of
Into the heart
Of the beast
Again and again again and again
nothing but a white carcass and an angry pool of
Billowing in the desert wind.
So this is her idea of fun?
The great dragon comes down from the sky
I miss the little room
That sat between me and her because
Now that it’s gone, I cannot remember
How it ever existed.
She’s here all the time now, my new permanent roommate.
She painted the walls black and blue with her bare hands.
And then she becomes a part of me.