A Box Of Chocolate

II (poem11)

This poem came to my mind unbidden as I sat, my fingers poised over my keyboard, comtemplating what I would write next on tumblr. I don?t think I was going for a poem per se. Just something SHORT and original. I only managed the latter.

Note: I remember, as I wrote this, the words were bouncing through my head, like a nursery rhyme.

The 26 Day of the Snow Moon in the Year 2012 (Nov. 26)

Morning skies rise above me,

I lift my hand,

Perpetually tan,

And push back a golden brown wave,

As I try to stave,

Off, memories of last night.

? But my attempts are futile,

As I remember the brutal,

Happenings of last night.

I try in vain,

But the pain,

Of what I did...

I'll forever relive,

With the knowledge that,

Nothing can be done,

Except to run.

? I see their faces,

Behind my eyes,

As the sun,

Begins to rise.

Scared blue eyes,

Angry brown,

There was hatred, all around.

They hated me,

For I could see,

Into the future,

I saw who they'd be,

In a few years,

With no change,

But all the town,

Thought me deranged.

Their cruel words,

And hateful stares,

Drove me to a place,

I had feared.

I wrote anonymously,

Posing as friend,

Seeing their lives,

Made it easy to pretend,

That I was one of them.

I told them to meet me,

In the old mill,

For a party that would run,

Until, late.

They all showed, liquor in hand,

Excited, but not knowing what I had planned.

? I dressed in a golden gown,

That flowed down,

To the tops of my nautical heels.

I turned to the crowd,

Their incredulity making me proud,

That I had devised,

This plan,

All on my own.

I told them I forgave all they ever did,

And that I wished to celebrate,

How big I could be.

They inquired of my methods,

Saying that if it was only a party,

Then they would heartily except.

I smiled, and said,

That there must be icing for this cake.

One smart girl,

With hair of gold,

Tried to make a break,

But I told, her,

Not to be scared, that I was truly here for good.

So with the subtlety of a snake,

I lifted my dress to my knee,

And pulled out a gun,

Their reaction delighted me.

? They tried to run,

But the door was locked,

I lifted my rifle,

And cocked, the trigger.

"Red Wine," I smiled,

I had beguiled these fools.

It was a joyous sight.

And though they tried to fight,

I was protected by my rage.

I felt no pain,

As they rained, blow after blow upon my person.

? I reloaded and shot,

Until the whole lot,

Of them was through.

I even walked about,

So I would have no doubts,

As to whether they lived.

I left a note,

I had wrote,

Many a month ago.

But truly, I am not crazed as they thought,

Or else I would not feel pain,

For the destruction I wrought.

But now, the girl I once was

Is no more,

Maya now is Eleanor.