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Poetry, poetry

No. 3305


A Moment After The Shell is Dropped. By CpSingleton © 2017

 It’s pushing from inside. Hands can be seen forming under the layers. Skin like a rubber glove being stretched. A body within another eager to leave its cocoon. To force its demonic fingers through all three layers, until the epidermis is punctured. Freedom lies beyond and it wants that fresh air. 

 He senses the demon’s imminent escape, so forms a barrier. Panic grips his bladder as he knits the shell. 

 In his trepidation, whilst the moon bleeds manure to burn his senses, he forgets a gap.

 He is now the shell the bird-like possessor, the anxiety ostrich, needs to peck out of to live. A fragile calcium carbonate deposit. Susceptible to sharp beaks.

 He has no answer. No pithy comeback. 

 Until…breath in…breath out…repeat five times. Deep repetitions. He slows the moth, batting its head off the bare bulbs of his mind.

 Like an addict after a shot of heroin, the other being relaxes. 

The moon, empty, dissolves like a salt tablet in warm water. From the vanished residue an orange glow appears. It grows brighter; intense, until its rays become sabres of shine to slice darkness in two. The sun appears from the bleak halves.

It then giggles before pushing away the shadows.

Food for the human no longer tastes like sawdust. Breathing isn’t a trial. 

The sky and road are clear. No lions hiding in the verges. No bleak monsters mouthing hatred from trees.

 For a moment, he can strip himself of shell and skin. Fear for the possessor gone. He can begin a rare moment of thanks for a goood life he doesn’t always experience.

He hopes the record is an LP. He prays the DVD has extended highlights. He wishes for the longest summer day to continue.

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About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

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