Writing

Rain was sparkling, shimmering all around Grayson.  He’d left his earbuds, his phone, resting atop the worn cushions of his favorite writing loveseat, where he’d always curl up his legs and hug his leather-bound notebook to his ches

There once was a sheep

Who ate grass by the heap

It wandered through shops

It trotted across streets

Then it happened upon wheats

Which it devoured in six heavenly feasts

i see things that no human ever should:

the intricate coding of life

an emotion held by the gaze of one person to another

a tear falling silently that helps grow a daffodil.

i am a poet

i wish to mold you into a favored bread

bake you until pleasurable consumption

but only one piece of you.

you are not even to be baked. you are not a you

Come on,

just another step.

Come on,

just another breath.

Come on,

just another swallow

of the pain that makes you hollow.

Just one more sweet smile

Characters:

JAMES: A wrestler, very calm and collected, except out on the mat in the spotlight. 

SHADOW: A strictly rule-following entity, always carrying a large book, gets flustered easily