Believe me when I say – nobody can stop all the little creatures.
They are carrying me down the hill while turning into insects and leeches.
The hair on my neck stands up as I feel the sharp tongues of the flame,
And I know that any second now they are going to chant my name.
You truly must be a fool if you followed me all the way down here.
Do not look into their eyes while they form a perfect sphere.
I would pull on the ropes that hold me if my fingers were any nimbler.
The watch on my wrist is dripping time as the creatures slowly dwindle.
The grand finale is nearing, but do not even think of shedding a tear.
All the little creatures trapped me as soon as they smelled my fear.
This dark parade feels endless, and it tastes like sour defeat,
But, honey, always remember that all the little creatures must feed.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 