The Hundred Word Horror Show

Birds Like Poetry

I mold words in the palm of my hands like bread crumbs and scatter it across the floor,

wait for the masses to gobble it all up like pigeons in parks.

I speak curses into existence with rhymes from a serpent's tongue and trap souls in my horror show until the great creature's ready to feast.

You think I'm cruel? Think about the birds that man traps in cages, clipping off their wings and stealing their dignity, knighting them as pets.

We're all given freedom in this world until a greater power decides to awake and shreds us of our wings.

I worship that power.