Monsters

At midnight the thunder woke me. Because of the darkness, I don’t dare to stand and look around. Currently I’m bedridden with two broken legs, it’s not very ideal. Darkness wrapped around me like some kind of blanket, it’s impossible to even see my hand in front of my face. Everything was lit for a moment when lightning flashed outside of my window. Frankly, I wish that didn’t happen. Gigantic creatures, maybe seven feet tall surrounded me. Horrible faces with long teeth and huge, yellow eyes with tiny pupils. I don’t think I’ll make it through the night. Just now, the thought came to me, how long have they been there? Killer monsters might’ve been standing around me all night and I didn’t even know it. Looking at me, probably planning the most horrible way to kill me, I need to get out of here. Maybe I can make it if I dive out of bed; I think I’m strong enough to get out. No, how stupid could I be? Of everyone I know, I have the least upper body strength. Plus, even if I did crawl there’s no way anyone would be fast enough. Quick, I’ve got to think of something, who knows how long they’ll just stand there? Running is out of the question. Should I try and fight them? They probably have long claws to match their teeth… Under my bed, there’s a bat! Very quietly I reached down under the bed and grab the bat. When they get close I’ll give what for, they’ll learn not to mess with me.

                Xerox copies came through the copy machine as a police officer picked the paper’s up. “You’ve got to see this Mikey,” the officer said passing the papers.

                “Zamora, Aaron. Convicted of first degree murder, assault and battery and assaulting an officer of the law; ‘He killed his roommate when he checked in on him, beat him to death with a bat exclaiming monsters were after him,’ he’s definitely going in the loony bin.”

Them Dry Bones

Them Dry Bones

 

Skull fragments, teeth,

Finger bones and ribs.

Strew in a mix of mud

And worms and such.

Femurs at the end,

Ear bones at the top.

Spinal columns sit

In the middle.

A six foot long body,

And a wooden box.

Covered in dirt,

And decomposing skin.

Bits of hair and flesh,

Clung to the dry bones,

Flaking off with the movements

Of the shovels.

Soon it all falls apart,

We stand as the dirt

Stops falling. Then you

Reach down.

Plucking the pearls

From the bare neck.

Up in the light

They look beautiful.

Though they were

Covered in dirt,

They still look

Expensive.

Soon the lights

Cut out and we’re

Thrown into darkness.

Oh dear me.

Soon those dry bones

Stand up out of the hole.

Tears reach our eyes,

As Them Dry Bones

Scream. I fall down

Yelling as you run.

Them Dry Bones

Make quick work

Of us, and soon,

We take our place

In the hole, next

To Them Dry Bones.

Against the warnings,

The curses and

The stories, the pearls

Were just too much

So we wait for

The next fools to

Come after the

Pure white pearls,

And the chance

To say they robbed

Them Dry Bones.

The Gallant Return.

I'm not sure if anyone will read this, but I've returned after being gone for longer than a month. I've been busy with all things personal and proffessional, but I've returned to fill your lives with meaningless posts about nothing in particular. There will be a new post today and I hope to update my actual website this week as well.

Thanks for reading.