Pests Pests “Why, that’s a nice bounce house you got there.” A neighbor had announced. The said house fumed in response. “You see, this is no bounce house. It’s a simple bounce Not a house.” The owner stated proudly, hands on hips. “No no, you’re wrong my friend The colors tell a lie. The shape outlines a wall. The colors welcomingly shine.” “Quite wrong sir. This is no bounce house A simple bounce of pests. Annoying pests.” “Though, the colors… The colors do not suggest such a thing. Why they are playful and bright! Not something to kill pests!” The man laughed, “My dear friend. It’s simple fumigation. Pests cannot live in such.” “If it’s to kill pests You may want to think about Changing the colors. They are quite deceiving.” With words being said, The wind blew, clearing the opening. “Why, what’s that inside?” The neighbor inquired. “Hm?” Pulling the sheet aside the men gazed in. “The colors shouldn’t change at all.” The neighbor gave a questioning look. “But there are children inside.” “Like I said, getting rid of the pests.”

Hunting Hunting A wandering soul As it passes the gates It is suddenly a goal By the one who waits They must be collected Every last one Oh little one directed It has almost begun You must feel a shiver Running down your spine But merely a collecting sliver Of which I shall combine They told you to look on shadows But they have deceived I have shown you many battles They are not to be believed You have been foolish Thinking you can win Looking a little bluish You do make me grin

Unseen Unseen No screaming calls Calls only in the sound of whispers Whispers that surround the depths of empty space A space where one light flickers Flickers like a child’s laughter Nighttime is short Short for a long time Time echoing against the walls Walls who capture hurried sounds Sounds that fade in passing moments Heavy breathing comes after A woman then appears Appears dragging on as her feet bleed Bleed from the endless running Running that gives no help Help that will never come Behind comes a child A child with wild eyes Eyes that intend to hunt Hunt as a predator and prey Quite simple of the prey The prey who gives a welcoming show A show for the child The child that holds a #life The #life of the woman ahead A dead end approaches Approaches too quickly for the woman The woman turns to the child The child holds out a teddy bear A teddy bear stained in red blotches Her back now against the wall The wall that only gives a horrid situation A situation which seemed impossible Impossible, however, is to be expected The child steps forward Forward until faced with the woman The woman's eyes trained on the teddy bear The bear that gave a twisted smile A smile that mirrored the owner's The smile grows wider A wide metal now glimmering in light Light that soon vanishes in the woman's eyes The woman's eyes stare duly ahead A simple phrase is spoken Spoken with a low and cruel laugh A laugh that does not fit a child "Good-bye, mother. Forever."