A cautionary poem from Deepa Kadaakat. I hope you enjoy the read.
Pixabay image by Brigitte Werner
Is This The Future?
by Deepa Kadavakat
You told everyone this is what I am made of:
Levers and Axles and Nuts and Bolts.
Replacing one with another when there was a problem.
Injecting chemicals and metals, even when not necessary.
Yes, you did a great job in saving lives and protecting them
I wish you had stopped there and not become greedy
Playing around with placebos and nocebos
Without a thought about where it leads.
You made me look like something you could create.
Convincing everyone around you to believe it…
(Continue reading: Is this the Future)
copyright Sue Vincent
My mother despised the wicker witches on the neighbor’s farm. She made the sign of the cross when we scurried by on the straight and narrow path to church. Evil things. Satan’s work.
She wrenched me by my wrist, muttering prayers, refusing to raise her gaze from the dirt, grip so tight she left fingered bruises. Crushed violets on my skin. She heard the Devil in the wind on holy days.
I bent beneath God’s almighty eyes. He spied from my closet, prowled under my bed. Tallied transgressions like a spider weaving a child-size web. A tattletale, he caressed the pale shell of my mother’s ear, whispered lists of my depravities, filthy dreams. Collected my impious cravings like bright pennies from a well.
His flaming brand, his righteous redeemer, she blamed the stick witches, wielded the switch, and lay bloody creases of repentance across my spine. Grace earned with pain, not tears.
A wicked girl, I slipped my bed when the Devil beckoned. Irredeemable. An unholy thing. I ghosted across the porch beneath a gilded moon and fled to the neighbor’s field. The witches of sticks clutched hands and danced. Heads tossed back. Skirts swirling. I, the child in the center of their circle. For those moments. Safe from the shining sword of God.
An experiment with broken sentences. Did you like it or was it annoying? Would love your thoughts.
A completely fictional response to Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto prompt