The silence flew like a huge phoenix
Into the molten lava casting a dark
Silhouette… or maybe not!
It was still there, the silence, and I was
Sitting waiting for someone to call my name.
The chair was so huge that five morbidly fat
Emperors can sit next to each other and
I will still fit. No, actually, that wasn’t right!
It was incredibly small that I kept trying to avoid the
Cold metal edge, trying to stay on that comfy cushion,
And then the secretary stood at the door of this
Gigantically tiny room and before she said anything
I stood up when suddenly she smirked like an
Evil witch, and cried loudly: “Oh! She’s not in yet!”
I went back to my little corner sighing as loud as –
And there he stood, the doctor with a nice,
Colourful dress, really smart! Wait!
Scratch that out because he was as dull
As a dead log on the bottom of a swamp
That was filled with gruesome algae.
Anyways, he called my name, or a form of it
That I did distinguish, because no creature
Living on this dreadful place called Earth
Has a name such as mine, not even that phoenix,
Remember? The one who flew away
Taking all the world’s joy with him,
Leaving me in this boring boring bor – you get it!
Thursday, 15thof January 2015