Ophelia’s Mine Rhyme
By: Mia Athey
Tick, Tock goes the clock, betwixt two rocks I sit in shock,
Hour hand on them, minute hand on him, I relinquish my scruples with every whim.
My patience unstitched with every second, my garment undone as his hands beckoned,
Once ingénue without clue, is now undue through his taboo.
Click, clack, one brain cell here another there, goes my sanity beyond repair,
For he loves me today, dismisses me the morrow, still I believe he’ll soothe my sorrow.
Frick, frack, insane the name that I now claim for silly blame,
My unbalanced scale too frail to prevail is now the female they can no longer avail.
About the Creator
Mia Athey
Telling stories through singing, dancing, acting and writing.
Tortured Soul
The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
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