Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The Spider and the Scorpion

The spider was back.
She was huge and malicious; she craved blood and wanted some tonight.
Her back was splashed with colours of bright red, and it contrasted in an almost beautiful light with black.
There was only one way to kill such a beast and that was fire
As they set off to try and destroy it, I ran and ran looking for a match or a lighter or just a spark
By the time I came back
She was gone
The floor had turned into molten larva, bubbling and hissing
papers, clothes, books all torn, burning on the floor.
- - - - - - - - - -
New job at a furniture retail shop
Warm, smiles and happy go-lucky friends welcomed me
Walking towards to the mattress that needed a new design; he stood up and began to draw intricate symbols of a scorpion and then, out of it rose, Sasori.
His smile was different from his well known sneer, and his body held no evidence of wood
He was going to perform, beckoning me with his finger, I ran towards him
And a puppet performance was played