Opiated Pinocchios and Fire Crones
From the Fire Crone and Stone Harlot ...
The old lady knew a lot of words for a promiscuous women, but who’d have thought she could move so fast? A drop of blood fell from Mona’s lip and landed on an otherwise spotless floor. It was followed by a lower canine. It sounded a metallic clink when it bounced off the glass of the coffee table and then onto the floor next to the blood. Then there was a whole lot more blood.
“You stupid cow!” Mona hollered.
She stooped to reclaim her fallen tooth and held it out like an offering. The tooth dropped once again as the old lady collapsed back into her chair. The red that had fuelled her rage had burnt away. Her face was now pale, but blue was slowly creeping up her throat and into her face. The old lady was positively purple before Mona realized she wasn’t breathing. Her eyes were wide with pain, but the old lady wasn’t struggling. Mona bent down and shook her.
“Come on, breathe!”
From X ...
The Fire Crone and Stone Harlot is published in full in my collection of poetry and short stories, Monsters, Avatars, and Angels. Link below. To the AI image. I didn't want anything literal. I wanted to represent life and death symbolically and in the greater context of all of space and universal forces. There is some existential meaning there if you look for it. The daily prompt was creep and thus today's choice:)
Opiated Pinocchio
Pinocchio has rethreaded
his carved noggin
being a real boy is harder than he thought
knock, knock, knock
he’s re-attached his strings with hardwiring
replaced his heart with petrified oak
are YOU scared yet
do you know the difference
between a steady state of terror
fight or flight, hatred and anger
the farming of scapegoats
to feed to your invisible
big bad wolves
with tablet crumbs
neatly filed lines of division
quick sliver injectables
Pinocchio has opiated
his slivered senses
given up on being a real boy
whoever heard of flesh and blood
living forever, anyways
he's forgotten how to be
but still longs for immortality
there's no end to his loneliness
suffering and morphinication
the aped, caped paso doble
he performs for the masses
Taken from X and edited
This poem was in response to the vss365 prompt terror and also plays into #SciFiSat and the Halloween season. Pinocchio stands as a derivation of Frankenstein. Opiated Pinocchio is an analogy; but I will let you pull the threads on that one to find meaning.
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