But then this little girl pulled on my finger
“Come down to the river with us!” the piggy squealed
I could’ve smashed her skull in like an eggshell
Snapped bones like breadsticks
But my human body was curious, and made me go with her
All the children of the town were there that day
Swimming, splashing, shrieking with laughter
They came to escape the heat and pesky parents
A naked boy ran up to me; “Have you come to play, miss?”
I almost smiled.
They were too innocent; I turned my back, leaving them to their happiness
They did not commit the crimes the town was guilty of
I could not smite these children
So I delighted myself as I tore the adults of that town to slivers
The King’s Justice.
In a city full of stressed employees, a girl was walking down the road with a bunch of flowers in her hand. Surrounded by grey concrete and black suits, her splash of colour is unmistakable.
As she walks, she raises the flowers to her nose and inhales. People push past her, dressed in suits and smelling of impatience. She just smiles, the smallest and most honest smile in the city, and continues to walk.