She spent years in the barren corridors of the ravine,
Shunned the hands that cared
And her soundless wails; muted--.
Muted by the critters she created.
Those malicious fidgety and stupid grins!
When they slung from their stony sleep.
Night after night they would ogle down to her--
Night after night they would plummet into her--
Imbibing her vital fluids
This was her resolve--
Their sharp claws dug in deep,
A body like the surface of the moon.
Hairy claws that snapped sinews
Sinews of fragile bridges arching over flaming wounds;
Lava crack motifs glowing underneath--.
Who are they to bully her?
She could hear their curly voices commanding her:
‘’Waltz you foolish nymph. Waltz!’’
They would chuckle and they would whisper to each other:
‘’Oh, look at how it jigs’’.
She respited--
A demented laugh that's all it took--.
She uncurled herself out of that psychotic knot
Depleting all the verve, which she was saving to survive.
And this was her resolve.
Those unendurable oppressors!
Now, she; slung--, primitive in her mannerisms
She choked them one by one until they screamed.
An arrangement of low-frequency pitches swelled that bottomless pit;
Notes of listless crippled breathing and tones of decrepit wheezing--
She strangled the entire void;
Anonymous to death.
And it caused an orifice.
Behind her, an iridescent light slit through the cracks
As if it were slashed with a fillet knife; the metal moaned.
Hailstones began to plunge from the splitting crevice up above
And more descended;
Like some plaster that had crumbled from the ceiling,
Trampling those callous critters,
And beams of light shot out like spears.
Head whipped back
She catapulted and that was that.
The long wait for the intrinsic acme of permutation,
Wasn’t even celebrated