In the hammock of the macabre.

Love was in the air briefly
when a naked thought
in disguise as a
Venus fly trap
engulfed its victim
mercilessly but
all was well,
turned out to be
a birthday wish only.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I shared an office with another woman who had migraines & wailed about the pain all day long. I would sit at my computer visualizing her demise as I tried to get my work done. Often, when I could not stand her & visualized the very worst my macabre imagination has to offer, she would call in sick the next day. I guess these were my b-day wishes for her! *wink! wink!*

[Ted Kniffen]

And like the fly, we dance along the petals until the trap is sprung.

That wish made when the flames go out becomes the naked thought of which you write.

Good one Andrew

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Ted for your kind review.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

those damn fly traps...I fell into several.

[andrew mitchell]

Haha , thank you Jacob.

[Sami Khalil]

Note: Did you mean to say(in he) or (in the)...

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Sami, problem with a slow tablet and hitting the keyboard too fast!

[Sami Khalil]

Yes siiiirrrr..............

[Sami Khalil]

Brief love, shortcoming affairs, fulfilled birthday wishes, macabre events. Whoaaaaa!
You are taking us to your poetic imaginings and kingdoms.
I love it.

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Sami , you are too kind, it is your works that have excelled in leaps and bounds, I just sit on my cloud.🤔

[Sami Khalil]

Both are. You are humble sir. Thank you kindly.
You are welcome.