Don’t, no don’t!
Isn’t it enough you spent all of yesterday
Slaying monsters,
Tempted by Circe,
Routing one eyed giants, only to find yourself
Arrested for hours on Sirenus Scopuli?
Can’t you focus on what’s important
This time?
Instead here you are again,
Off with the fairies
Not doing what you’re supposed to.
About the Creator
A M Clark
I'm a classical painter. My favourite medium is oil paint, but sometimes I like to use words. Thanks for reading!
Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Haha! I love this! I like how you wrote from the perspective of somebody trying to pull the distracted person back. Nicely Done!