I look out: the clouds are there
Not especially noteworthy
What did I expect?
Black anole bobs on the ledge
Hoping for a mate
A pregnant woman walks by
Wondering about the future
I could tell her, but won’t
Soon her babies will be teenagers
Then adults if they don’t die first
A passerby on the sidewalk
Spares a bug – by chance
Survival is not guaranteed
I close the window:
It looks like rain
Filed under Weirdness
I
she had a wristwatch tattooed on her arm
every now and then
she glanced at it casually
and nodded
and smiled to herself
II
she thought she had merely painted herself into a corner
but the walls were gone
actually
she was over the edge
III
a dog barks
a baby cries
knives glint
the night is
cut to the quick
IV
she came upon a mirror in a darkened room
a monster was inside, dripping pus and corruption
waiting for the flip of the light switch
a glimmer on the floor caught her eye – a pin
she stooped to pick it up, then exited
missing the terror completely
V
one night it happened
she opened the back door, stepped out
and there was nothing, a void
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