"guffawed" poems
"Sorry I'm late sir... I ran into a strange man down my street who kept following me and asking to borrow my socks. At first I ignored him but realizing he was following me to school, I stopped to question him. When I asked him why he wanted my socks, he said he wanted to smell their musky scent. I flat out asked this man if he had a foot fettish, and he guffawed telling me he had a smell fettish. I quickly speedwalked away from the freaky man and because my nerves were so jumbled, I forgot to grab a pass in the office."
Finally notices its a female substitue, and looks at classmates to see their mouths hanging open ready to catch flies
"So... I will just sit down now"
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC
my grandfather from liverpool
and my father too
sat in the kitchen
and discussed nothing new
tired from a long day on the busses
he fell into a trouble slumber in
his arm chair
he thrashed and fussed
we his family would quietly gather
cries of protest and stifled incredulity
cut the warm air
the great grandfather ticked..
(before television
or we listened to arther askey)
he was a proud man
with right of way..
he told the boss to f himself
if he were n´t a gentleman..
what he would make of this
world today..
so,he went through his day
and we tried not to laugh
the man who earned his wage
tired of this ********
i guffawed and he woke
he fixed us with his pale
beautiful eyes..
and later the next morning
in the lovely little back
garden
in the hushed roar
he said we would be friends..
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 5:08 AM UTC
'O Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died.
Whether he vainly cursed, or prayed indeed,
The Bullets chirped - In vain! vain! vain!
Machine-guns chuckled, - Tut-tut! Tut-tut!
And the Big Gun guffawed.
Another sighed, - 'O Mother, mother! Dad!'
Then smiled, at nothing, childlike, being dead.
And the lofty Shrapnel-cloud
Leisurely gestured, - Fool!
And the falling splinters tittered.
'My Love!' one moaned. Love-languid seemed his mood,
Till, slowly lowered, his whole face kissed the mud.
And the Bayonets' long teeth grinned;
Rabbles of Shells hooted and groaned;
And the Gas hissed.
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I like the word oxymoron –
probably my favourite English word,
It sound derogatory but it is just a figure of speech.
I kind of like the word nincompoop
but I’d change it a bit to noncompoop
which would then I can say is an abbreviation for non-competent ****
I made up the word mysticscientist –
I know it’s hard to say, perhaps i should shorten it to myscientist.
I like the word strumpet,
coz even though it sounds like a musical instrument,
It’s actually another word for a **** not the eating kind.
Another fav of mine is teetotaller,
I mean who on earth would ever guess this to mean
someone who doesn’t consume alcohol,
really who came up with this, I’d really like to know.
When young, I learnt a word that truly stuck;
It’s guffawed meaning laughed out loud;
It’s the prefix guff that completely throws you off,
guff out loud, she guffawed or gol like lol!
(guff is not a prefix, just saying it looks like one: guffstraying, guffanalysing, guffanance)
Everyday I open the dictionary to discover new English words;
it’s a wonder to me, that the list keeps growing
only 26 letters but still quite amazing.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
The day that must carry mourn
Wouldn't surprise me if it stood gay
The day where most would expect to hear cries
Wouldn't surprise me if it stayed guffawed
The day where my soul would deserve silence
Wouldn't surprise me if it gets filled with jabber
The day I shall be dressed in my wedding dress --- a stripped hood
Wouldn't surprise me if it didn't shine any light
I'd be disappointed not if the grave that would be expected to hold me as my bed
Decides to throw me out instead
For I, a guilt filled being, doesn't deserve a polite farewell
Consequences of my crime-filled mind that religiously only deserves hell
So carve on my stone when the time comes
“In the memory of … a prostituted ****
Who only wished to provide for herself in a land unknown.”
Oh! Who am I kidding, I will not even be privileged to become a memory unless I atoned.
~ AllTheLovePS
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 3:55 AM UTC
filled up with enmity coiling up inside
The chest billows up
Thy want to heave it out
Then destined to tranquility
The claws scratch the flesh
Death gnaws on the remnants of longevity
Unless visions have a chest
To burst out into effervescence
Spontaneous sigh is kicked out of your breath
The clavicles sharpen, the eyes ogle ahead
The nothingness dilates
The flicker has no entrance for itself to adumbrate
For utopia has its own gore
To marvel over inside,
The plasters of bliss
Have guffawed over the gullible dusk
The gloom has left with a whisper
A muttering not to be heard
The relief has sewed on flesh
With the clouds coming out of thy outburst
The relief rebirths the serenity
Has been meandered, halted
For thou shed leaves
Making agony to clouds of no return
Utopic defiance,
the idiosyncratic anectodes
Stains of externalized innundation
For the literal existance of hope.
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 7:13 AM UTC
You should have been
at my place
breakfast time
O’Brien said to you
in the playground
after double maths
with Miserable Morris
we’ve got my little cousin Millie
staying for a week
and she said
this morning
as we were sitting eating
what was Uncle
doing to you
in bed last night Auntie?
doing?
my mother said
in a squeaky voice
yes
Millie went on
he was on top of you
making big bear noises
and you were making
squeaky noises
like piggy
going to market
market?
my father muttered
almost choking
like we saw on TV
the other night
Millie said
just a game
my mother said
going red
I stared at Millie
waiting for more
what were you doing
out of bed?
my father asked
I wanted a glass of water
Millie replied
and stood
by your open door
and saw you
in the moonlight
from the window
fun game
my mother said
just fun
I smiled
said O’Brien
watching the parents
drowning over
their tea and toast
he guffawed
and Eddie joined
in his blonde hair
shaking as he moved
but you tried
to picture the scene
wondering what his parents
were doing in bed
in the moonlight
making animals noises
causing Millie concern
and guessed
it was some game
they played
as adult did
sometimes captured
but mostly hid.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC
She informed that there are no rules in this game…
I’ll be the chaser and she’ll play my aim…
She said I’ll find her at the exit of this maze…
After seconds, hours or million and one days…
I thought a lot and contemplated…
Her charm and hallow predominated…
She said that I could have her forever…
And that became my only endeavor…
There were two paths towards the left and right…
The mirrors on the walls were gleaming bright…
Each one of them had her reflection…
I took a while to make a selection…
This maze was a very tricky one…
My task I thought had just begun…
It had twisted turns and walls so high…
There was no one to hear me or reply…
Then there were times I met a few other men…
We fought for her most often…
She was all I desired for…
All’s fair in love and war…
Leaping the hurdles became a colossal task…
But fortitude touched the brim of my cask …
I fought my battles like The Samurai’s…
Made more foes than allies…
I constantly looked out for a short cut…
Few doors opened and rest remained shut…
I walked and walked as fast as I could…
Crossed rivers, valleys and the woods…
It got really dark, lonely and cold…
But I decided not to withhold…
What would they say if I now resign…
And if I won then she would be mine…
The sky turned coral and the birds sang a song…
I could see her waiting and couldn’t prolong…
But wait… this is the place where we parted…
I was standing right there from where I started…
I grabbed her in my arms and planted a kiss…
And she reciprocated without amiss…
Like children we guffawed together she and I…
I lived my life again, in the twinkling of an eye…
The game was over and I looked at her…
She stood by my side, my past began to blur…
But where did she come from and what was her name...
Like an enchanted temptress she began to proclaim…
My name is happiness and I am hard to keep…
But if you want me I am dirt cheap…
You hastened inside to lead life without a clue…
Exit was where I stood, right beside you…
You chose to enter in pursuit of me…
Leaving me behind when I stood next to thee…
I am not a trophy or a reward for any game…
Neither a picture that you can photo frame…
I am a feeling, a desire and the madness in love…
I am in freedom, in patience and in letting go of…
Don’t run after me, I'm omnipresent…
Just learn to live, laugh and love to your heart’s content…
~Kathaa Kirti~
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 4:29 AM UTC
I saw this video
Of a T-Rex chasing a Jeep
Through a parking lot
And I laughed.
No. I threw my head back and guffawed.
Because it was so ******* funny.
And my first thought was
"She'd love to see this video!"
But before I could finish that thought,
I began to cry
Tears I didn't know still existed in my eyes;
Because I instantly remembered
You're not here anymore
To laugh with me about
T-Rexes chasing Jeeps
Through abandoned parking lots.
And that isn't ******* funny
To me.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Brody's mother
was quite the dame
she had this way
of inviting you in
after school
and offering things
to eat and drink
and hey boys
she said
why not try out
the outside pool?
Brody said
OK
and so you followed him
but what do I wear?
you asked
O nothing
he said
no need
it's only us
and well
the neighbours
can't see ****
and so you went
with him to his room
and undressed
and he gave you
a big white towel
and you went
downstairs with him
to the outside pool
his mother was there
and said
how about a drink of pop?
sure
Brody said
and you nodded
holding tight
to the towel
and off she went
in her red
two piece swimsuit
her **** quite neat
in the sack
of the suit
come on in John
Brody said
don't be shy
and so you dropped
the towel
and climbed in
the pool
and the water
was warm
and came up
to your chest
he swam around
but you just stood there
with arms folded
over your chest
after few moments
his mother came out
with a tray of pop drinks
in glasses with straws
gosh John
she said
looking at you
you sure are white
do you hide your body
from the sun?
Brody laughed
guess so
you said
she smiled then put
the tray on a small
white table
by the pool
and climbed in
the pool
her top piece floating
like pink piggies
you looked
then looked away
she talked
of Brody's father
how he liked to
just lounge
on the water
like a lily
Brody guffawed
some lily
he said
his mother smiled
as she looked at you
her eyes blue liquidy
as if they were
of water
she swam towards you
you afraid of the water John?
can't swim
you said
can't you
she said sexily
Brody you never said
John couldn't swim
didn't know
he said
swimming off
to the other end
of the pool
I’ll have to
show you how
she whispered
would you like me
to show you how?
she came nearer
her piggies seemed
pleased to see you
it's all a matter
of confidence
she said
trust in yourself
and the water
you looked at her
liquidy eyes
she put her arms
under the water
and held you
lift your feet
off the bottom
of the pool
she said
you tried but your feet
wouldn't move
here
she said
and she uprooted you
and you fell
into the water
and splashed
and flapped your arms
like a drowning bird
she held you tight
and said
relax your body
in my arms
you stiffened
then slowly relaxed
in her arms
holding you
to her
the piggies brushing
against you
her breath applely
and perfumery
right
she said
slowly flap
your legs
in the water
and move the water
with your hands
and arms
and so you did
slow but with a kind
of nervous pleasure
feeling her there
her hands and arms
holding you
and Brody up
the other end
flat on his back
looking at the sky
like some thin lily
as you lounged
with his mother
and her piggies near
getting to trust
the water
and the new acquired
skill she'd shown
and you wished Brody
was gone
and you had her
to yourself
all alone.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
Milka waited by the gate
of the farmhouse
for him to arrive
her brothers waited also
for he was their friend first
even if she had
drawn in him
with her emotional tide
I showed him how
to drive a car
one said
and I showed him
how to ride a motorcycle
said the other
in a field
Milka said
just in a ******
farm field
they sniggered
what have you shown him?
the oldest brother asked
yes what fine skills
have you taught him?
the other said laughing
wouldn't you like to know
she said stormily
folding her arms
and avoiding their stares
they guffawed
in the background
then proceeded
to practice their judo
until he arrived
she turned
and glimpsed them
now and then
but all she wanted
was for him to arrive
just a quick word
and maybe kiss
before her brothers
collared him
for the judo practice
the last time he came
and practiced
he had them both down
on the ground in minutes
and she stood
and clapped and cheered
what had she shown him?
that was between
she and him
not for her snooping
brothers to know
she looked up
the narrow road
that led to the farmhouse
but he wasn't in sight
just a car
then a tractor
slowly moving along
whose driver waved
(and she embarrassed
waved back)
one of her brothers
was on the ground
the other stood triumphantly
hands in the air
she looked away
she caught
the summery air
the sight of birds
in flight
but not him
and she'd put on
her new jeans
and top( too tight
her mother said)
with a flowery pattern
then he was coming
over the hill
riding his bike
and the ******
of excitement
ran through her being
and she stood expectantly
by the gate
trying to appear casual
unconcerned
and he dismounted his bike
and came over
his Elvis style quiff
his jeans and shirt
and despite herself
she stood there on tiptoes
her body tingling
and he smiled
and shyly kissed
her cheek
and touched her hand
then walked to her brothers
and they came at him
with their judo moves
and taunts and laughter
and she stood there
watching
sensing the kiss
on her cheek
burn into her skin
and light a fire
of passion within
waiting and watching
feeling his touch
on her hand
(not to be washed off)
and she rubbed
her finger along
where he had laid
his touch
and inwardly
she mused
and thought
o God
o too much.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
The two catholic priests sat
in the Breakfast Room
off the refectory
in the abbey.
They looked up
when you entered
then continued
their conversation
about Dante
and you poured
yourself a coffee
and a small bowl
of Cornflakes
with a little milk
and sugar.
You sat down
and sipped the coffee.
There were prints
of Michelangelo
on the walls
and a crucifix above
and between
the two doors
that led to the
refectory
where the monks ate
three times a day.
The priests conversed
but said nothing to you.
Their words were uttered
in posh well bred voices.
One said
Few believe in Hell these days
and even fewer in Paradise
and those that do
have vague ideas
gathered from odd books
you find on airport
bookshop shelves.
You listened half heartedly
as they talked.
You wanted to ask
about the place.
Wanted one of them
to hear confession.
Maybe one
to give absolution
and perhaps offer a solution.
You could hear
the footsteps of monks
in the other room
getting their breakfast
of bread and jam
and black French coffee.
One priest laughed.
You never heard the joke.
The other guffawed loudly
in a girlish voice.
And the woman was seen
leaving by the back door
semi dressed and in great distress
the priest continued
And Father Denton
was never the same.
Then they were silent
and stood and smiled
and went their way.
You sat alone in the room.
The Michelangelo prints
reflected the single bulb
hanging above the table.
The Crucified seemed
above it all.
You would find some other
to hear confession.
To give absolution
from your fall.
Apr 14, 2012
Apr 14, 2012 at 3:27 AM UTC
They met on suspicious times
Through masks of fear and desire
They strove to build a bold embrace
Wrought on matchsticks made of clay
Cast down fog over distant cold
Beneath, a smoldering uneasiness
With visions of indelible beauty illuminating the bleak
They braved a tumultuous start
To a bliss that rocked their souls
The unforgiving moments shattered the fantastic
Roaring lions drowned out the singing sirens
They could never get ashore
They could only burn so bright
And surrendered to inevitable twilight
Made anew in similar hues
But metamorphosis incomplete
Venus smiled too soon
Time gaffed then cruelly guffawed
That laughter shaded the earth
As waves of joy turned pools of sorrow
She hangs brightly over him
In his requiem for unrequited love
He mourns for her return
He wants to be adored
Or he wants it all forgotten
Shiny dreams, now hurtful reminders
Of limitless undying love
Glistening like a million stars
Meandering, never to dance again
Their love, razed by a time before their time,
Chock-full of unbridled potential and power
He is haunted by this possible future
He can't let her go
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
Looking at the full moon, kerosene flame says,
On my forehead, draw a mark of royalty.
When you are covered, in the new moon
Yet I, with the light, go on lighting.
Hearing this the earthen lamp, guffawed
People loves more, in worship-prayer.
Moon smiled and said, "Listen, both of you."
You both are equally meritorious, there is no shame.
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 9:49 PM UTC
She was a master of selective amnesia.
Would savor the sour sweet ambrosia of self delusion
Then wash it down with a mixture of bitter herbs and devices
The Straw man burned brightly in the dark of night and brought all those self drawn illusion to light. turning that way then this the roaring fire was self fulfilling.
That river in Egypt was flooding her banks now.
The Straw man's head sat slightly askew
With eyes shut tight against realities glare.
She lit the straw man as nightly bonfire and whistled her fantasies in with marshmallow treats then neatly sit cross legged.
Sang *** Ba-ya.
The straw man crackled and cackled inside.
Fingers fit tightly in her ears to cast away and stifle her fears
a tried and true method that served her for years.
Rose colored goggles pressed tightly on
Wrongly or rightly.
The Straw man guffawed and snickered as he burned.
No fault behavior is a sweet smelling balm...
a smooth transistor for a much twisted twister..
Never looking back at the carnage wrought and ensuing..
just whistled while she worked a progressive undoing...
Mr Straw-man burned brightly and shook his head slowly from left to right.
Knowing full well he was in for a long night.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
She gave the last push,
I slid out swoosh,
I didn't want to come,
To this world,cumbersome.
I refused to cry,
The doc would not let me die,
I gave out a wail,
He beamed,"See, I never fail.
The nurse gave me to mum,
Tired, dishevelled,utterly happy
she stretched out her arms,"Come, come,
My handsome chum."
Yes,lady, life is going to be fun,
You and me, your little one,
Where's my old man that brought me here,
There he was near mummy dear,
Oh my Lord! You have sent me to softies,
Not like the last,pretending to be believers in deities,
Forced me to live in fear and abuse,
These ones of cruelty I cannot accuse.
Lord! This time you have changed the stage,
A couple, of middle age,
Pining for a child,
I smiled,
Held mum's thumb,
Tried to suck,dumb,
Gave the old man a grin,
Such happiness I had never seen,
I promised to be terrible two from now,
The Lord guffawed.
6/6/2019
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 9:21 AM UTC
On a bright summer day,
A small boy and a man
Sat on a bench in a park
They knew not one another
Yet the tiny tot smiled into his eyes and asked, 'Do you believe in miracles'?
The man, amused,
Looked up at the heavens in the sky
Gazing at the endless, mesmerising blue
At the sun he squinted; the glowing ball of fire that warmed the soil
A bird chirped,
He turned and spotted her vibrant feathers
The hills behind him stood tall
While the trees danced to the tune of the wind
The man then looked at the boy
He shook his head; uttered the abrasive syllable
The child, filled with disbelief
Smirked at the man
Then the sky laughed
And the sun smiled
The bird giggled
The earth grinned
And the hills guffawed
As the man watched on gravely
Trapped in his clouded mind
That blinded him,
Unable to see the blatant miraculous world
that stared and mocked
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
I raged with fury,
I trembled with shame wishing to be buried,
I had turned crimson,
Tears brimmed from my eyes,
Flooded down my cheeks.
My husband hid behind the guests,
The guests stared aghast,
My mother-in-law slumped on the sofa fast,
My sixteen year old daughter giggled,
My son guffawed,Dr.Do Little,
Me,a centre stage!
Because our newly employed
houseboy from the village,
Copied ditto my husband,
Out of nowhere he appeared like a magic wand,
Courtesied with a gallant swoon,
Saying,"Darling, my **** moon!
Will you have something
To make you more refreshing."
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC
It was early evening. Maybe it was early morn. I couldn't tell if the sun had just risen or set, because the clouds in my east window were the same grey as the clouds in my west. It could've been midday, even a really bright midnight.
My study was bruised with heavy footfalls and its eyes were weary, flickering and hoping to be shut. Crumpled ideas spilled over from the waste basket that was hopelessly too small to burden all my failures. I buried my head in my hands, too empty to think.
It was then, as my hands grabbed my hair and my palms pressed against my eyes, that the knock whispered on my door. I turned to it as it creaked open, and there, in my doorway, stood a man with a chain in his one hand, and my dreams in his other.
He had nails like claws and his skin was covered in a mixture of scales and boils and open sores. The sight of the pus oozing from several cracks caused me to scratch my own skin in discomfort. He needed to leave.
He wore a pinstriped suit - several sizes too large around the waist and chest, and several too small around his wrists and ankles. He donned a ***** bowler hat that matched his sickly grey suit that had once been a shimmering black.
His eyes were smoky and unseeing, yet they pierced me deeply as they stared into my own. His lips were cracked and dry, and a trickle of thick, black tar dribbled down the side of his mouth. Boils and swollen punches covered his ears and he could not hear.
His nostrils had grown shut.
He tried to open his mouth, but he could not speak.
He held out his hand, the one with my dreams, and offered them to me as though they were mine, but secretly knowing they were no one's. Foolishly, I reached for them, and he plucked his arm away. He guffawed a silent, haunting laugh from his ever-shut mouth. He dropped my dreams on the floor, and stamped his unkempt foot upon it. He held out his hand, the one with the chain, offering it to me with sincerity and pity. I hesitated.
I obliged.
Carefully and gently, he locked my wrist in and patted my hand soothingly. Then he tugged on the chain, pulling it from his jacket pocket until finally, he produced a small and plain, dark grey ball that the chain was connected to.
He dropped the ball and it lay beside my colourful, trampled, and crumpled dreams.
The message was clear.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC
From the brilliant striped tents,
To the malodorous animal dung,
Peanuts, popcorn-
Filled the air. I had to-
Explore the tents and through the doors,
To see the animals that wait for no one.
My concerns behind,
And nothing but mysteries ahead,
I peak in each room,
‘Till I stumble upon the strangest of all.
A man with full rose lips,
A face as fresh as a new piece of paper,
And a foam tomato-
Perched upon his nose. He was a laugh to see-
Until it all came off.
He tugged at the foam tomato,
Like burnt flesh, or overcooked leather-
A long rod-like nose unfurled from beneath,
I was so morbidly curious; I had to see what else was in store.
Next the bony fingers grasped the smile-
And peeled gradually at the rose red lips.
For underneath the smile lay rows of jagged shark teeth.
He bared his teeth at me!
Those teeth, caked in blood and chipped to a point-
Those eyes, have killed, and they have witnessed everything-
I will never forget when they stared into my soul.
The creature guffawed,
Like a monkey, he hooted!
And with our eyes still locked,
He asked in his creaking diminutive voice
“Are you friends with the monsters under your bed?”
His teeth flashed once more,
And I scampered out of the room,
Then I thought to myself.
For a clown, he wasn’t really that funny.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
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)
)
•
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^/\^/\^/\^
she my love is quite the thing
••
Fire
The neighborhood is burning down
••
She said :
I' d sell my kid brother to the Devil if
He would make Joey love me
////
The long death
The war ravages the suburbs
All the schools have been shut down
••
But I told Sally her inane love poem was
SO SPECIAL AND SWEET AND RELATABLE
:::;;
And she said
OH THANK YOU DEAR FRIEND JEFFY !
YOU ARE SO ENCOURAGING !
DID YOU LIKE THE PART WHERE I CUT
HIS ***** OFF AND SHOVED THEM
IN HIS MOTHER'S MOUTH ?
THAT REALLY HAPPENED / YOU KNOW !!!
||||
Sweet the winds of soft oblivion
Sweeter the winds of the Awakening
//://
Limping beggar boys back again
On the cobble stone storied streets
From the phantom forgotten days
••
She said ::
OH JEFFY BOY
YER POEMS ARE SO SENSITIVE TOO !!
///
We giggled any guffawed and nibbled and pawed
And threw up all over god's face
••
she my love is quite the thing
Truth is lovely
Life is good
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
the humans ignore me,
day and night they let me be,
but today, one of them, acting so unusual,
walked up to me casually.
raven-haired and midnight eyes,
questioning me with one that was a surprise,
who are you, he asked me, eyes narrowing.
moments later, no answer and time flies.
i asked him, are you not scared?
he stood frozen still as i stared,
of course not!
he haughtily declared.
i snorted and guffawed,
i wanted to applaud,
but alas, i cannot as my hands are tied behind my back.
i said to him that he is human and that he is flawed.
i could really see steam coming out of his ears,
and i couldn't help but give him my bestest of sneers.
it is true that I am imperfect, he said,
but I work with my blood, sweat, and tears.
before I could answer, though, i could see the sun rising.
i ignored the human and continued walking, my powers waning.
as soon as i looked away, the urge to turn around compelled me.
i looked back and saw that he was never really a human being.
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 6:08 PM UTC