Magenta Fancies

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Contently Deranged Travelers

My heart gets sick, my chest runs cold,

My brain spins quick, my hands won’t fold;

I never imagined such flowers could bloom

For such never happens inside the Room.


The window comes alive with creatures in frenzy;

The wall paint revives with putrescent envy;

The gray Room spins, but I can’t look away

From magenta grins and what their teeth say:


“No worries.  You’re fine.  This too shall pass.

Don’t rush.  Take your time.  Nothing long lasts.”

Again and again they shriek through their teeth;

Enthralled, I smile like the flowers beneath.


The eyes on the ceiling spring open and bloat,

Stirred from their dreaming to snicker and gloat;

They say they’d stated my madness would pass

And since I was sated I’d found peace at last.


But that wasn’t right.  I recall what they belched:

“So dark.  No light.  Beyond any help.”

I remember the eyes, the Taint, and the smell:

Their words were but lies and the Room was my hell.


I rip up the flowers by their roots with a grin;

They were sent from the Coward Who Shares My Skin.

Too long it has sought to thwart my ascent,

Yet all it has taught are the sins I lament.


The window has stilled, the paint has dried;

Although not thrilled, the eyes don’t hide.

“You will marvel the Tower I build from this Room

And keep well the hour: for my Hour comes soon!”


Submitted: June 12, 2020

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Fantastic rhythm and rhyming, M. A.
This really reminded me of those flytraps. We had some a few years ago that were magenta; bright to attract the flies.

Fri, June 12th, 2020 7:38pm

tom mcmullen

Very well written Yacone!

Sun, June 14th, 2020 8:47am

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