Abduction

Abduction

Port wine

with pancakes,

slipping from the rope

just before the jerk.

She can be anything

she sets her mind to,

anything but human.

Fingering the pistol pendant

hanging around her

abnormally long neck;

Audrey Hepburn?

A moment.

Forgetting the home 

she left behind,

years away from this

so called Earth,

or earth.

And being a relic

relatively,

makes her a bit sad.

As she looks for meaning

in her blood-red

breakfast.