The space was cavernous,
sparkles hidden high in the ceilings depth
throughout it her voice was soft and liquid
a sensuous lover
caressing each and everyone of us.
‘Close your eyes my dearest
and from your minds we will see
memories and laughter light
a budding of thee.’
A collective sigh as each was touch
the gentlest of words whispered
the tension the stress the anger
all began to fade and dissipate.
‘From here we see a boy and his puppy
each chasing a ball’
‘Over here a young girl blossoming
her self becoming so much more.’
‘Look here as he creates so carefully
the models and images of his mind.’
‘See there, the girl who fought for it all
whose dreams are still in the making.’
Deep thunder rolls through the cavern
the walls, the pews tremble
Everyone cries out in fear
as her voice begins to soar.
Wicked ice, and bitterness boil over her tongue
turning each memory into a nightmare.
‘You terrorized that boy and his dog,
laughing at their expense.
Your hatred and bigotry have marked thee
bend before the prince.’
‘The girl you raped and pillaged
showing it all on social media
she has found you time and time again
and she has made you repent.’
With each word spoken the chill did grow.
As all realized what had been done.
Her tone a whiplash tearing at the skin
gripping the side of the podium.
Leaning forward, flames wreathing her eyes
and a blood red smile on her lips.
‘The young man who could have been our saviour
mocked and spurned
For he spoke truths you could not see
and in the darkness did death glean.’
Her ire grew
the shadows flaring on walls as fire reared
the audience pinned to their chairs
shackled hand and foot.
‘As for that girl who fought for it all
before you she stands
and just so you know you all shall fall
for my dreams are still coming true
even when it means the devouring of my soul.’
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 16/17
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