walk

I walked down the sidewalk for a long enough time That my road turned to dirt and real earth, narrowed by the brush and covered with food from God and insects from the devil. At last I came to a clearing and there was a little house at the end. The light was on but no one was inside. I went in and cleaned up the dust that had accumulated over a thousand years. Made my home there amongst the pots and pans and knick-knacks. No one stopped by except your ghost from time to time, aged and hunched over, calling out for something that you didn’t even know what was. I’d fill up your bucket with lies. You saw them for what they were but you loved them, were greedy for more, wanting to tear apart the facades that us humans live under each day for fear of the venom. The house became shadows. You a phantom and I, a wicked old witch, destroying the hopes and dreams of all beautiful young women who passed by with a flick of my wand and an arsenal of bleak adjectives.