She sets apart
From all the rest
Eyes peeled like bananas,
Watching not the sun set,
But how it sets.
She watches the people who cross paths
Who unwisely ignore her
Even more than she ignores herself
She shoves her ideas away for later
And drifts away with a pen as her lethal weapon
She writes what she sees and echos it to deaf ears and curious eyes
Upon her on platform she sits
Writing out life like a new Goddess,
Slaying words on judgement day
Reviving those who repent and prove loyal to her and her story
Her story is nearly real.
Nearly.
But her words are not real and tangle around her, choke her, until she is speechless
And can no longer make SOS signals.
And like that her words have twisted her into a mummy like state and twirled her to her tomb
But before she goes she watches.
She watches those people from her little island and plays goddess one last time
Before she is slain
By the very words she never set free.
