Two | The End of a Kingdom

Acsel shot upright into a sitting position.

‘Where am I?’

Still

A scratch on the nose
A hand through my hair
A wiggle of the toes
I squirm in my chair

Emergency exits
are entrances, too

“The Child’s Death is a Tragedy.”
“Our Thoughts and Prayers go out to the Family.”
“If only Events such as These could be Prevented!”

A Box of
Mingling
White and Black
Cupcakes.

“Good morning, Ted!”
“Good morning, Ned!”

“How are you on this fine morning, Ted?”
“I am bully, Ned! I have kept very busy this morning!”

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I turn the apple
Over and over
In my hand,

Plain. Ordinary.
Hardened after some time and
Exposed to the air.

Shackled and pinned down,
I’m tied up and my mouth’s gagged.
Or, that’s how I feel.