My husband gets out of bed and puts on his noose.
2.
I saw you in a grassy field swinging a lasso,
dressed in black, with a flat black hat
like a character from an old Western.
I asked you why you put on this costume.
You told me, "I adapt to circumstances."
I said I would love to talk with you.
You replied, "I know you would, my dear,
but I will only talk to you if you let me
place my noose around your neck."
You let it hang there lightly that time.
3.
The dark angel rips me out of my body
and drags me to the edge of the abyss.
"But you are the one who taught me to fly!"
"See if you can remember now," he mocks me,
bending me over the windy chasm.
I tell him I've got a job, I'm gluten free,
I'm not meant to die for a long time.
His laughter is the clack of cicada shells,
the clatter of knuckle bones.
"You've forgotten the game."
What game? I don't understand.
All I can do is scream into the hot wind,
"I'M NOT DONE WITH!"
He loosens his grip and then teases my neck
with his fingers before he says,
"If you are nice to people you can go back."
He blows a kiss that throws me back to my body.
He doesn't tell me he has given me an invisible gift.
I am wearing his noose around my neck.
- Mosswood Hollow July 22, 2016.
verses from a work in progress
Drawing by RM
2 comments:
Yes! That is awesome! Ha. I myself got a new job at a restaraunt this week and all i am hearing is gluten this and gluten that about our food menu. Haha
Wow, what a scary reminder to not forget the game, Robert! We can't outsmart the dark angel even if gluten-free; so funny yet to the point :-)
Quite a few people shared with me a dream including similar character in the past few days. I wonder what might be going on...
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