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FFfAW – I’m Melting!

© Sonya O.
© Sonya O.

It’s starting.  I can feel like heels sticking: no way for me to tap them home.  My stomach is empty, but I can feel it expanding.  I hate bloating.  Ugh, I can’t swallow.  I can’t even open my mouth.  My lips are sticking!  I can’t split them with my tongue.  I just keep pushing, and I can feel the dryness of my taste buds scrape my bottom lip-  Ah, I got it!  No… my tongue just pushed through the top of my chin like 3-hour old bubblegum.

My eye just popped!  I can’t see out of my right eye!  I can’t see!  I just felt my left eye slide down my cheek!  I can’t raise my arms anymore!  My fingers are stuck together like duck’s webbing.  I can feel the change in elevation as my body sinks to the floor.

Stupid microwave.


FFfAW – Boneyard Bustle

 

© Sonya O.
© Sonya O.

Buried beneath a boneyard of battered tombstones lies hordes of insomniacs that clatter through their stretched coracles.  Open eyes and empty mouths remain ingrained to their one-manned vessel while they should be traveling the tributary to hereafter, but inhumane mock mourners fancied Charon’s obol too overpriced to inhume.

I can still hear the hum of hamstrung hopefuls: murmurs of eager souls.  Restlessness resumes even after a formal curtain call if relatives leave residue from roguish relationships unresolved: irresolution to vocalize merciful verbiage in a favorable vein.  Oblivious people speak a hostile vernacular comparable to Narcissus himself, at least until their retributive day.

Speak honestly.

Speak openly.

Few claim to be clairvoyant.


FFfAW – Goldfish

© Sonya O.
© Sonya O.

How big a goldfish gets depends on the size of its home.  A small goldfish lives in a small bowl.  A big goldfish lives in a pond.

She moved from her small town to a big city.  She thought she could be a star.  But when she arrived, her size stayed the same, and the sharks stayed at the top.

Goldfish don’t come from the wild, they are bred.  Goldfish are designed by man to be used as pets.  Only when a goldfish dies does it float to the top.

She died a goldfish, and her funeral was attended by many.  She had made a splash.  Then they flushed her down the toilet.

R.I.P.  Goldie, the Goldfish.