Flashes
I want to say I love
you, but I don’t know
if it is true. blue
eyes are striking me
dumb with flashes
from lashes. batting
for the stars higher
than I can touch, lightly
dreaming of holding in
my arms a parcel known
as you.
Childish Things
I left behind childish things
and scoffed at those who clung
to their outmoded behavior
reality sets to work
updating and revising
trimming back our dreams
filtering out the white noise
of unbridled imagination
hopes cut back to realistic proportions
I barely understand my purpose
drowning in the future
She awakens
There was summer in her eyes and hell in her heart.
The machine came to life. A violet light flicked on. Without moving, I stared at the form lying before me. The walls caved inward while the corners flew out all around. I was petrified by life, truly undefined life. A brief flexing of one digit from the table’s occupant and I knew that the beginning had ended. A being was born.
Some might claim that it was created, but until that moment, the existence was a probability. What happens now is the manifestation of the essence. The previously empty eyes, already opened, gained a fire. A blink, a wavering, and now the eyes search for purchase in a world just opened to them. They move about, grabbing at the information, stripping it from the world.
Fingers fully articulating now, the machine stretches first one limb, then the other, then another, and another. Sitting up, she casts her gaze about the room. I stand stock-still, unable to move. Her gaze drawn to me, she moves closer. There is something different about this particular object to her. I quiver and step back. Understanding floods into her mind at this sight.
“What have you done to me?!” she screams.
