Monday, August 13, 2012

Drabble 43: Greenbird

"I want to set things on fire," he said. The tree shook in front of him from the force of his foot. He kicked it again. “I want to watch them burn!”

A small, iridescent bird flew out of the leaves. It zipped around his feet and like a spider, it left webbing behind. Black inky string kept his legs tied together.

He twisted and flung his arms up angrily as he attempted to separate his legs, but the movement just sent him to the ground. “Fucking greenbird!” His shout hung in the air as the greenbird twittered.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Drabble interruption 5-ish: Ole.

Flipped cars, seizures, and rising temperatures--
wrecked sleep, she tosses and turns and the covers
lose their colors and bleed into her skin.

She breathes tapioca breathes that taste like
everything except vanilla. Perhaps its cheesecake
rich with bittersweet chocolate dreams.

Her eyelids are umbrellas caught into violent
winds and her whole body goes with the stripping
of fabric and the tremble of lightning.