Light streaks through the window. Eight stripes from blinds highlight the floor. The spare light shows a solitary figure tucked in the corner of a barren room. John shakes violently. His thirty seven years curl him into a psychological pretzel. Muttering about delusions. He’ll shift side to side. Light catches the barrel of a Colt 45, his trembling hands hide the rest.
The full moon creeps into view. The smile of the Manin the Moon finds John. It says I found you. It creeps across the floor deliberately.
“Go away! Leave me be! Go, go, go! Away with you!” John shouts. Hisar enter body thrusts side to side to avoid the moonlight.
His mind lost in delusions of the last time the full moon came for him. He props up against the left wall.
Twenty eight days ago, a teenager knocked on the door. The kid clad in the Union Jack riding a Jap bike. The Man in the Moon sent him. John knew it. He told the Man next time the Colt lays waiting for his return.
The Manin the Moon teases him. Coming back into view, there’s a smile.”What do you want from me?! if you’re going to do me in, do it now!!!” Johns screams,slowly fading to a swallow emotional cry.
Downstairs the doorbell erupts. The porch tells of pacing feet. He shakes faster and faster he finally collapses stop the floor. He crawls to the window to see the assailants. Two small figures converge on the stairs then part. The hands find the door knocking loudly.
“Leave me alone! Go away! You’re going to get me!” John repeats this over and over hysterical in tone and tempo.
Voices catch the wind . A serious talk and laughter carry through an open window. The laughter is of innocence and youth, carefree. It tears years off his life. Ten, twelve, fifteen years….Back to the shock and awe campaign. He fought a good fight. He didn’t live as a frightened kid. He was a bit older, wiser. He knew how the fight was to be. But the man pulled him back. He was hesitant to win the fight like it should be. The perception was more than the outcome.
Suddenly a new found energy flooded through his body. It wasn’t the Man was after him but the country God gave the world. The country that God deemed to rid the Devil and evil from the world. His eyes try to lock on those figures. They have vanished. Quickly, his eyes focus across the street. The attack is at the neighbors instead. The Man has taken his neighbors to pay for his hiding. John flings the window open. The gun cocks. In a split second both would fall. By the time his mind catches up, his ears cringe at the words racing across the street.
“Would you like to purchase Girl Scout cookies.” The words haunt him. It’s the easiest way in a home. Trust.
(Original written, thirty years ago. I edited a bit and updated.)
Her pulse races. Ears ring from heartbeats. Her eyes dart. No vision just images. Cascading fears darken the world.
A bead of sweat. Flash of heat shots from head to toe. Moments now hours. Trapped. Like a glass box. Reduced to a statue.
In a flash. Attacked. Ambushed. Panic swallows her whole. A trembling hand finds a knife. The knife finds a back.
My sun filled mornings gone
Dark grey fingers roll clouds forth
There’s a chill in the air
Sweet summer humidity now dampness
Big fluffy white now slate flat blankets
She comes to drain the green
My trees will bleed out on rainbows
Biting winds will strip them clean
In a slow methodically planned assault
The final warmth will leave this world
By a cold touch the world will fall asleep
Resting to re-emerge in some sunny day
“I think back. It was so clear. Those lovely dark eyes, magically lite obsidian mirrors. I wish I knew now what I didn’t know then.” My words fade. I hope I spoke out loud. If it matters I’m not sure. Validation in speech. Hope another soul hears my words. Either way I hold my final curse. Why is unknown even to me.
I stare into the eyes of a stranger. So binding, but unknown. I’m familiar with all that attaches to those eyes. The moments I have lost in those arms. The body around them. I’m a fool. A lonely, overthinking fool. It was a dream, nightmares are dreams. We often forget that part. A smile flashes. God, I love the smile. It melts my heart. It consumes me. That was a warning. Life is never what it appears to be. We never think it happens to us. Damn. The pain is in my back. The smile was the most real part of her. In a flash, I’m weak. My back a location for deceit.
A little more
There was a distinct pain, one that tells of bad feelings long held. I arched my back as if that could reduce, relieve the obvious knife plunged deep. Such a kind friendly hand to deal such a blow.
I fade to black in the longest instant in memory. The approaching floor scares me back into the past when things were different. Back when things were simple to me, at least.
A little more
Shadows move past
Time is a stream
Torrid currents tear at banks
I watch in awe
You eat my future
Sandbars of tattered dreams
Empty shells make for mourning
Monuments, fragments of the past
Neat stacks of bad things
Pieces of lost time
Does it matter?
I’m a shadow
The door of the past
Is a small opening
Easily cut off
Please take a look. Refer any comments to original please. 😀
The Sun goes orange
It’s yellow rays tarnished
Full day worth of light spent
Final beams trace shadows
They lie waiting for time
Crickets chirp pushing clock hands
Stars crawl over the horizon
Gentle cool breezes chase heat
The world sinks into quiet
Darting of bats provide motion now
A distant coyote cries out
His day begun in darkness
Slowly the moon rises high
As evening slips away