heavenly hosts
there is a stampede of rats
coming down the corridors
they are running away
from the barren farm
everybody screams
and jumps
trying to grab an angel's hand
or some invisible monkey bar
to lift them up
their calf muscles spring their skeletons
into the air
for a few feet, anyway
and then they come down
hard
and rat guts squirt into their eyes
i know to just
stand still and
grind my teeth
and
press my eyelids together
feeling little claws scamper
across my feet and
ankles
until it's over
© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012
