Random Burst of Poetry II...

Two Inches Tall

She is two
Inches tall.
She scurries
With the mice
Underfoot of
Grants.
Run
Hide
Breath
She carries
A hundred pound
Weight
A sack of rocks
On her shoulders
She falls, unable
To get up
And go on.
One day,
She will
Break the surface,
Awake and discover
It was all a nightmare.

Biblical

In the beginning,
I was sure.
They built it up,
And the walls came tumbling down.
I spoke in tongues.
To the air.
He smote.
I started to question.
That was then, He said,
To placate me.
Like a sheep, I followed Him.
Like an abusive lover, He struck out
Again.
I asked more questions
Was answered
By silence.
Figures.

Painless

The entire bottle of pills
What a sly, intrusive thought.
It doesn't stomp in
But slithers.
"It will be painless
Like falling asleep."
"You don't know that." I reply.
But it shakes its head,
Grinning
Like a slice of cantaloupe.
The juice runs down my chin
And slithers down my neck
I cringe at its touch.
It has me.
But I breath,
Put on my make-up,
Plaster on a smile,
And leave the pills in the bottle.