What does one do when one is denied the bare essentials? Essentials of decency and honor. Step on the fast track and look into the darkness searching for the light which, of course, isn’t there. Stare at all the notes on the wall. It has everything except that which is needed. And where is that happy family that was below the window right now. Vanished. Framed into a picture and packed off to the museum.
And where is the hero of boundless creativity and courage who was to gallop here in his unicorn and save the day. Busy. Messaged me saying he’d come another day. And that dear friend with a heart of gold? I forgot. I sent him to the gallows myself. One down. Ninety-nine to go.
Damn it! Dracula is still behind the door. I can’t open it. Not yet.
The flower has faded away. The rotting stem remains ogled by thousands of worms. Oh, and my dear father, I will untie you once you stop bleeding.
