31 October 2012
This is a slightly morbid hallowe'en edition for @Irrational_Kimmi, on account of our personal joke of setting trick or treaters on fire.
My eyes morph into emerald slits as theirs shift into fear, My fingers hold the bag of treats for them, so close, so near, My hand slips to the box beside me, mouth, set in a grin, Their smiling facing turn to horror, as they realise what's within, The scarlet flames caress the children, candy corn, their sugar pyre, As I laugh, their jaws unhinge in vain 'help! help!" here comes the fire, Burning blue and piping purple hug the shoulders of those kiddies, Now, this crawling blaze of yellow makes me feel all warm and giddy, Not as warm as them perhaps, their cloaks go up in fissure cracks, I watch their flesh melt, flying high, their smoking skin flaps, snaps, wraps, tacks, But, as the flames die to a simmer, I wake from these pleasant thoughts, To give a smile and a greeting, hand them over what they sought.
Playing With Fire 2 • Opuss № I