Transient

Beware of new acquaintances

 

Transient

I hear her voice

She needs me but I can’t move

From the security of my blanket

My fingers tremble as I pitch a tiny

Thrill down my throat and swallow

Dry

I breathe

A majestic transformation occurs

And suddenly I’m no longer deaf-

Pleas surround me and my body 

Reacts as it should; I run to the

Terrified voice that beckoned

But it’s too late

A dark wet seeps from slow moving

Flesh

Violations of every sort is evident

on the once pretty woman

Perverse laughter is starting to morph

Into demonized sound

Trust can cost so much

I can feel an old familiar panic start to

Rise

Words are forming but the blurry faces

Move in closer-I am being removed

“what about my blanket?” I somehow uttered

Another dry swallow and I am reassured;

The next house will have more cloths of security

For me to hide under

Sometimes I wish we could keep the friends we

Always make…

 

Reviews

[Iota]

I felt and thought so many things after reading this, maybe some of my thoughts are my own imagination maybe some were actually meant to be. Your a writer who writes about things that most shy away from. Your work is like a truth remedy of real life. No fantasy here, just life in its raw form. Nice work.