Devil's House of Crude (exerpt)

A Poem by Pierce Bryant

Boy Thomas shyly prepositioning Angel Agnes to a future meet. Angel Agnes is a young girl who was wrongly hanged under the assumption of witchcraft but instead of death she became cursed.

“To a direction my life does not show; sounds of tiny bells and little chimes pulling me from side to side”
“To a certain; a boy so true, shall find more than just his way as could only… a boy such as you,” Angel’s offered kindness drew a smile, a familiarity only her words could bring.
Boy Thomas’ encumbered heart stirred too wonder, “If I may find such as my way, and take you from your cursed swing… Might we sit together, share in words from lip to eye?”
“Oh Boy Thomas,” Angel humbled by suggestion, assimilated her smile to his; cheek pulling with fight to her rope. “I’m afraid its been a day long since I once shared tongues from perch. You may find me silly as you see me in my seat.”
“I could sit on my head, if your silliness did require meet?”
Her smile pulled the rope tighter, “Then I resolve; you free me from my swing and silly we can be.”