04-03-2019, 09:50 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-03-2019, 10:15 AM by Quixilated.)
Haunted
There they are, her happy family,
but where she should be: a dragon.
She hung the picture on the wall
(after all, it was a gift), but now,
every time she passes by
the dragon leers, its yellow eyes
like lemon-drop candies glowing inside.
It winks and blinks and whispers at her
and twitches its tail when only she can see.
She does not want look at it,
but cannot look away.
No one else can see the beast
so the picture has to stay.
There they are, her happy family,
but where she should be: a dragon.
She hung the picture on the wall
(after all, it was a gift), but now,
every time she passes by
the dragon leers, its yellow eyes
like lemon-drop candies glowing inside.
It winks and blinks and whispers at her
and twitches its tail when only she can see.
She does not want look at it,
but cannot look away.
No one else can see the beast
so the picture has to stay.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara