Tongues in torment
brain cells starving in darkness
and necks bent in permanent subjugation to the Gods who dwell in the hills of Bellevue and are housed in finery by Lake Union.
The human body
a vessel for technology to travel by
an over designed mode of transportation for a bit of light and sound trapped in plastic.
206 bones, six liters of blood, six million years of evolution
all promised to next years model
a phone in a case bedazzled and cared for
slimmer, faster and more desirable
then we will ever be
to each other.
This was inspired by a Writing Prompt where you pick three spooky words and write a poem or story based on the words.
I chose Banshee, Corrupted and Creep.
corrupted, cursed and revolting
it’s pooling in a pond where I used to feed the ducks.
Who will cage it?
will anyone swim in it?
Who will watch it creep towards the shore?
Will anybody grab a bucket, sponge scream out in fear
more likely then not
everyone will pretend as if it’s not there.
corrupt, cursed and revolting
I wonder if the Ducks that I used to feed
wished it wasn’t there.