Catacombs: October 6, 2009
written by Marini Barika Facey
Look the sky is clear mesmerizing and blue. It is childlike and inviting...
A window swings open!
A door flies open!
Feet rush through startled leaves!
Legs vigorously leap!
An excited body jumps onto an old familiar swing. Back and forth the swing moves and creaks in time.
Look, the long shaded path is hauntingly serene and surreal!
It's as if the trees bow, curtsy, and reach out to shake hands with one another; they make the sun seem like a hidden chandelier.
Startled leaves fall!
...fall in line, like a platoon that stands at parade rest, until the wind moves them into attention.
Mascara filled tears paint streaks down Annabelle's rosy windblown cheeks.
She stands and leaves behind the rickety swing with rusty hanging chains.
Annabelle is unaware that the path she sojourns is like a labyrinth.
It has tunnels and chambers that curve and bend, and the deeper it takes her in, the darker the path becomes.
Look, one can see the sky peak through the trees, it is a reith-gray now, grave and unwelcoming.
Annabelle hears voices boisterous!
Voices loud!
Voices move in like reith clouds!
They call out to her from the open window...
...from the open door!
Voices call out to her like clashing divas; they all want to be center stage!
She looks back at the rickety swing with rusty hanging chains, and hears it creak in time,
as the wind moves it...
back...
...and
forth...
Startled leaves fall!
...fall in line, like a platoon that stands at parade rest, until the wind moves them into attention.
Annabelle's eyes once were a clear mesmerizing blue, so inviting...
But all she hears are perpetual memories...
Voices boisterous!
Voices loud!
Voices move in like reith clouds!
Her eyes are grave, reith, and unwelcoming.
Mascara filled tears paint streaks down Annabelle's rosy windblown cheeks.
She distantly stares into white walls of confinement, and can't utter a word, as her memories unearth in her mind's chambers.
One of her memories crawls and cries out like a banshee from deep within the catacombs of her soul!
Annabelle peaked through the crack of her bedroom door, because there were startling sounds she could not ignore.
She slipped softly into the long shaded hallway that was hauntingly serene and surreal.
Her mother screamed and cried as her red ropey hair was being yanked and pulled like tug-of-war.
Annabelle saw her mother's eyes were black and blue, and sealed shut as if by red sap.
Red sap dripped down her mother's cheeks and neck, and down her father's fingers, fist, and military vest.
Annabelle stared at the clock as it violently ticked on the wall.
She watched as her mother's knees and feet painted red sap into the wooden floor.
Annabelle grabbed her Father's legs and begged him to stop, but he pushed her away!
Annabelle opened the window and screamed, and her Father punched her in the knee!
He lifted Annabelle up by her neck and forcefully pushed her against the wall.
Her mother screamed and pleaded but he just ignored her call.
All Annabelle could see as her legs dangled in the air was red sap drip into the crevices of the shiny metals on her dad's vest.
He dropped her to the ground and Annabelle staggered to the door.
A door flies open!
Feet rush through startled leaves!
Legs vigorously leap!
Excited bodies jump!
Startled leaves fall!
...fall in line, like a platoon that stands at parade rest, until the wind moves them into attention.
A neighbor frantically ran to knock down Annabelle's Father!
The two men fought and fell, which bought Annabelle enough time to glance back and keep running!
Look the long shaded path is hauntingly serene and surreal.
It's as if the trees bow, curtsy, and reach out to shake hands with one another; They make the sun seem like a hidden chandelier.
Startled leaves fall!
...fall in line, like a platoon that stands at parade rest, until the wind moves them into attention.
Red sap and tears painted streaks down Annabelle's rosy windblown cheeks.
She stopped to catch her breath and jumped onto a rickety swing with rusty hanging chains.
Annabelle moved back and forth, as red sap dripped down her legs.
The swing moved and creaked in time like the ticking of a grandfather clock.
Annabelle distantly stares into white walls of confinement, and can't utter a word, as her memories unearth in her mind's recesses.
Her memories all crawl and cry out like trapped children from deep within the catacombs of her soul.
written by Marini Barika Facey
Eyes right!
Heads sharply pivot and salute.
Left, right, left stomp shiny boots.
Corey suddenly darts straight up in his bed,
and wipes the sweat from his head.
His room is swallowed by licorice painted darkness
and brushed in startling silence.
Green blood-shot eyes, in exhaustion stare,
as Corey's racing mind shifts into full gear.
Parade rest, his soul desperately waits to hear,
but his frantic mind races into double time.
Gusts of wind rush through trees,
and their knuckles knock against the window violently.
Flashing lightning wildly dances behind trees
with outstretched branches like crippled hands.
Left, right, left stomp shiny boots.
Attention!
Men halt and stand erect like oaks with deep roots.
Green blood-shot eyes frighteningly stare
as Corey's racing memories shift into full gear.
His mind is swallowed by the darkness
his past has painted and brushed with violence.
Gusts of memories rush through his mind,
and their knuckles knock against his soul silently.
It's as if Corey's spine has violently snapped,
and he is trapped inside a paralyzed man's body.