dragolia

I remember calling you on your birthday. Missed you the first time, (you were at choir practice) had to call again. We talked about what I was writing. (a play for class) You said comedy was harder than tragedy. You were only half right. More laughs than tears, although there were plenty of those. We sang for you, hoping somewhere you could hear us. I don't have to hope. I know we sang loud enough.

Ever had the back of your neck prickle with what could be? Turn off the light and scurry under the covers, for there are dark things waiting for your vulnerability. It's just a hop, skip, and a                                     jump into the nightmare. Feel that coldness? Do you feel that draft? Do you know what's lurking in the shadows? Is it something black-hearted and gruesome? Waiting to play dice with your soul? Or just tug your ankle to watch you flinch as

Ten hours There is nothing to be afraid of You think (There is nothing to worry about) Eight hours Still. You aren't in bad shape (Yet, your mind whispers) Six hours Almost there You believe (Not even close) Four hours Halfway Halfway (Only a quarter) Two hours Quick count up Then count again, slower (Now you understand. Now the demon on your shoulder laughs.) Zero hour Flustered Tired (C+ for effort. In the end, it was what you hoped for. And deserved.)

It's like that sometimes. You just sit back and let your feet do the walking, the deciding. Left Right Another left You start thinking of yourself as a serpent, what with the way you take the corners. An alley looks like a sound choice but it's a dead end. Turn around and keep going. You wonder if you'll get lost. You wonder if you'll get found. Let your feet do the walking, the deciding. Right Left Left The dull thud of your shoes on pavement is mesmerizing. hypnotic. You wonder if you have any breadcrumbs in your pocket. You wonder if the witch's house is made of gluten-free gingerbread. You wonder how long you've bee

If you want me, come and get me. If you want me, come and get me. Our eyes lock. Our eyes lock. I smile. I smile. My hands are shaking. My hands are shaking. My feet are lead. My feet are lead. If you want me, come and get me. If you want me, come and get me.

I think it is that I am filled with words Unformed For there is nothing I like more Than letting the ink in my veins Spill