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Listen For The Canary
I don't hear the canary. I just feel the box and a scratch from a tenpenny nail. "Is this how one is planted at a full moon?"
In silence. Approaching eternal darkness in slumber from the side of death, my pillow I wept on. As if a conspiracy. "Where do I arrive? Does the aging process start all over? Am I out of character and are my trousers too tight? Am I bloating and decaying like an old trout?"
It all started the day after my big sister had a fantasy tea party. All the gangs from the neighborhood were there. My sister was forty years old, going on six. Mom had fixed pigs in a blanket, but they looked like fingers from her Tickle Me Elmo.
Beneath the dining room table were her Sodom and Gomorrah. My sister was canoodling with a box of animal crackers. Mom was up to her elbow with entrails stopping up the kitchen sink. She called Roto-Rooter but they were behind schedule.
I was jealous and decided to take the drain-pipe exit. Leaving my Raggedy Andy shirt behind. I'm going to miss my big wheel bike. "I don't hear the canary."
In silence. Approaching eternal darkness in slumber from the side of death, my pillow I wept on. As if a conspiracy. "Where do I arrive? Does the aging process start all over? Am I out of character and are my trousers too tight? Am I bloating and decaying like an old trout?"
It all started the day after my big sister had a fantasy tea party. All the gangs from the neighborhood were there. My sister was forty years old, going on six. Mom had fixed pigs in a blanket, but they looked like fingers from her Tickle Me Elmo.
Beneath the dining room table were her Sodom and Gomorrah. My sister was canoodling with a box of animal crackers. Mom was up to her elbow with entrails stopping up the kitchen sink. She called Roto-Rooter but they were behind schedule.
I was jealous and decided to take the drain-pipe exit. Leaving my Raggedy Andy shirt behind. I'm going to miss my big wheel bike. "I don't hear the canary."
Published 30th Sep 2021
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2nd Oct 2021 5:04am
This is really outstanding Adagio, I really like the narrative that envelopes the reader in a cradle of death and dark metaphors that will cloud the mind...your title caught my attention...a good chiller Adagio my friend...really captures the essence and theme of death being final
2nd Oct 2021 3:19pm
