Antagonist’s Monologue (By Cat Lalonde)
Teeth crunch, jaw snaps open. This is what happens when you have a foot to the back of your head.
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Teeth crunch, jaw snaps open. This is what happens when you have a foot to the back of your head.
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Hear laughter’s symphony
in a bluebird’s song.
Something is wrong with me.
I get bored, and I want to start over.
“You’re it,” she says slapping a hand across my back
before scurrying into the thick trees.
She wore a large, black, straw hat with a red ribbon,
that’s what you first see and what you first remembered
When it doesn’t go as planned, yell “plot twist!” and move on. That’s advice I saw in several different places, no idea where it’s originally from, but it’s fitting.
Some poetry are stories,
There’s no hidden meaning, the author speaks plainly, grabs you by the hand and takes you on a journey.
Some days, I sigh
unable to get any air
I exhale and exhale, over and over
again