Some thoughts

I have met Evil,
Perverse, cruel Evil,
Wicked,
Inky black, sticky Evil.

I am free,
But Evil cannot be vanquished.
Evil smiles a spiky grin with yellowy slime in between his teeth,
And suddenly my teeth feel so yellow.
And Evil is so angular,
And I am so undefined.

I am jealous of Evil,
Enthralled by Evil,
Evil makes her sick,
Evil clogs her throat and burns my eyes.

To see my friend hand in hand with the skeleton,
Makes me never want to see her again,
Makes me feel like a traitor,
Makes me almost want to join them,
Makes me hate her,
Makes me hate it.

But does Evil really exist?
Oh yes.

Break every day into its seconds and make each second a pill.
Now swallow a pill for every second.
Without water.
Your lungs start to seize up, expanding in short puffs between popping the pills,
And your tongue is so big in your mouth,
Your saliva so thick.
And panic starts to build because you just can't keep swallowing.
The pills don't do anything,
But you have to take them.

That's what Evil is … just a mild obsession. Just a thought repeated. A thought repeated.

* * *

A little robot has a dream,
Of flowing blood and fleshy seam.
A man of tin,
He cannot sin,
His thoughts computed from within.

A girl of twenty has a gun:
A silver, garish, metal one.
She puts the gun up to her head,
Thoughts of peace and thoughts of dread.

The robot exists because of us.
Of this at least there is no fuss.

We, alas, are but our own,
Masters, makers of our throne,

And this is where the trouble lies,
In loss of self, in teary eyes.

Too human are we,
To think, live, and die,
Only to be,
Never to fly.