"Graveyard of Hands"

"Graveyard of Hands"

 

I'm sitting in a tree,

Feeling free.

Until...

I can feel the thrill…

I can hear the ground break,

And the decaying earth quake.

Suddenly a spotlight shines upon me,

Then I realized I was in a cage made for monkeys.

It’s dangling by a chain,

My head is in pain.

The cage is above a mound of hands,

Waiting to greet me like a bunch of fans.

Although, I can smell the danger in the air,

But all I can do is stare,

Hoping that someone will get me out of here,

And I can sense their knowing of my growing fear.

 

Written by Zoe Anne

Reviews

[Not A Writer]

While I can't say that I liked the rhythm, I greatly appreciated how the reader is told to imagine himself like a caged monkey.