Fading

hold my hand for just

a little while...

we are moving

and fading

on and on

The End of the Game

here in your believing

triumph is fleeting

from so far away

no tongues left to speak in

Reckoning

When I opened the cage and released the girl, she howled past me, a cyclone powered by atomic pain.  I crouched against the wall and covered my ears but I could still hear her screams, the terrified shouts of those in the lost restaurant, as she raged deadly witness against them.

After it was all over the followers had gone, sucked up in the girl’s funnel cloud.  Everything lay on the ground, broken.  The restaurant would not be serving again.

I was wondering with a pang of regret where Marietta had gone when a dishevelled figure with a lopsided purple hairdo and an old face limped over to me.  The cruelty in her expression was now mingled with resentment.  We just stood and looked at each other for a while, until she said, “You think you have won.  But the spell is broken for you, too.”

“I know,” I answered.  “But at least I can live with myself.”

“We’ll see about that,” she replied.  She then disappeared, rather against her will, I thought, into a cloud of foul-smelling smoke.

The Fire Within

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Locked in

So much and so completely ignored

ripping the hinges off of the doors

catapulting me into a world where

daydreams remember

The last window

Kitty no longer stood on the practice field, but in a large, empty room.  Its walls made of a material resembling dark blue blocks of cement, it boasted a ceiling so high that Kitty had to crane her neck to see it.  With no embellishments to speak of--even the windows were only narrow slits--the room had obviously been designed not for beauty so much as for protection.  This was, after all, the site of the Last Window.