Day 2: Freeform poetry
I literally wrote this on a piece of newspaper on the Q train Saturday morning.
The Bargain
They are the moneykeepers. I've seen them; they wear human skin and have mastered our language. Every tendon tenses, the sinister sinew draws itself up to face us. Their mock mouths open wide as they chorus "Let us make a deal." They have us now, we are enchanted by that golden moment. We watched as they blinded the eyes of the world, as they bound the ikons to our foreheads to rape us of our thought.
They grin their too-false grins.
"The bargain has been made."
I literally wrote this on a piece of newspaper on the Q train Saturday morning.
The Bargain
They are the moneykeepers. I've seen them; they wear human skin and have mastered our language. Every tendon tenses, the sinister sinew draws itself up to face us. Their mock mouths open wide as they chorus "Let us make a deal." They have us now, we are enchanted by that golden moment. We watched as they blinded the eyes of the world, as they bound the ikons to our foreheads to rape us of our thought.
They grin their too-false grins.
"The bargain has been made."