Following the dark scary black orb is a sultry red orb, calm green orb, and funny yellow orb!
After months of quivering my mouth gains enough composure to jab,
“GROW UP.”
It tastes different then the flavors that I usually suck on–
raspberry lollypops, metal poles,
and the man that’ll never love me.
I know they heard me
because their wounded face is stuck in a sequence of blinks–
I guess I do have the power to mutilate.
Hazel eyeballs roll out, a grape bruise masks their stark-white flesh,
and as the top pout peels off– the bottom lip plumps with loneliness.
They had such a pretty face but now it is devoured.
I’m not even certain what their crimes were.
They are innocent, aren’t they?
It is me: I’m maniacal.
Before I can find a priest to apologize to, I become as desecrated as my prey:
A teethed mace shatters my skull from behind.
This leaves an opening big enough for an orb, as black as gangrene, to flout out of.
My feeble hands reach but I never get a firm grip.
I wince
and watch the orb float outwards,
emitting hazy blackness,
and wonder what my confession will do out there.