"Itsy Bitsy Spider" (Untitled)

“The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout…” Hiccups momentarily halted her sobs in a pathetically repetitious rhythm, causing her weak, tired body to convulse in short intervals. Her very silhouette epitomized utter defeat as she melded into the wall supporting her frame, yet the rain poured down upon her without mercy. As the tiny drops of liquid transformed into a sonorous cacophony of drums within her mind and ears, the cheap dye in her hair washed out and permanently stained her silky white coat a bloody red. Honey-colored bored into freezing gray as she finally spoke din her strained, cracking voice. “You never give up…do you? You should understand now! You can do as you will, but you’ll never lay your eyes on that item which you seek so fervently….fruitlessly.” His mouth stretched as an all too familiar expression tainted his average features, “Elzbieta, darling, sweetheart, did you think I would spend all this time searching in futility? You couldn’t possibly still believe I don’t know of that child? Or no, I’m sorry, I underestimated your naïveté. You did know-but you thought I would never dare to hurt her. How could I ever even harm a hair on a child so pure, so full of… hope?” His words had turned poisonous as he had verbalized his hidden threats. The concluding words had been spat out with a matching expression that unsuccessfully mimicked a smile; full of malice, scorn, and worse yet, knowing. A chill rattled through her as she processed his words in horror. “N-no,” she croaked. Brushing a hand through his damp auburn hair, his hazel eyes watched gleefully as she seemed to shrivel in horror. “N-no, no…No!” she shouted desperately. “You c-can’t, y-you won’t harm her!” she hissed vehemently, trembling with an unknown mixture of absolute fury and utter fear, but he chuckled gleefully. “How endearing, a kitten wearing the mask of a lion. Darling, if it’s the only way to gain access to that key you oh-so-kindly hid…then yes, it will be my pleasure.” The woman closed her eyes as if the condensation was painfully acidic, innocently pattering unfathomable amounts of anguish upon her. She exhaled and abandoned both duty and reason. Reaching into her coat, she shakily revealed a jewel encrusted key with the head in the shape of a black widow. The future of mankind, her hope, the resistance, their strength of will…they were all dragged into the gutter as the exchange was made and our fate was sealed. “Good job,” he whispered. They were the last words she heard. You could amost hear it all going down, as the water came down the drains and washed the good right out. “…down came the rain and washed the spider out…”

A Moment

Children,
can close their eyes, and go anywhere.
They can trust in anything, and everything.

But we can't see anything,
past ourselves.

We're too focused on tomorrow
on our futures,
running by so fast
we can't see what's in front of us.

But sometimes
in the most precious moments
when we watch carefully
the rain suspends in mid air
and we can live forever in this moment.

I Do Not Understand

I do not understand
war
poverty
and poetry assignments.

I do not undestand
that when people give three wishes to a genie in a bottle
they wish for
money
fame
and fortune.

When they could wiwsh for
peace
hope for all
and less poetry assignments.