She wanted to bare her essence, her soul
Embracing her truth before setting it free into the world
Cauterizing the cuts those words caused by her clutching them so desperately tight
Releasing them would allow so much healing to enter
Except she just couldn’t do it. She screamed as she hugged them tighter
The idea of giving up her truth and being naked, of needing to find a new truth
She would be an open window, an empty container, a person without value, a woman without …
So what if he was hungry?
No one cared, no matter how much he bitched and moaned
And yet he expected her to do something about it
Couldn’t he tell she was hungry as well, and when she was hungry she became a monster.
Kettle was soon bubbling, releasing yummy smells into the air. She was gonna eat well tonight, she was!
She scooped out the contents of her soon-to-be jack-o-lantern
Copious amounts of sticky wet goop went plop as it was deposited into the garbage
Releasing a scent that wasn’t as fowl as she had anticipated as the knife cleaned the sides
After a bit more grunt work, the task was finished
Putting her candle inside, the glow from the eyes and mouth gave the room a ghoulish glow
Emmet said he never used his head, so she was happy to use it for him
Baby porcelain doll, the last one her daughter had ever held, burst into sharp shards as it hit the floor
Releasing so many emotions in her, some she thought she had closed within that small casket
Everyone around her just stopped and stared, silent, not knowing what to do or say
As she watched those pieces scatter she started drowning in a psychological flood
Keeping the tears away was impossible as she felt something inside of her…
Giving those diabolical miniature flakes of metal in their prison
Little shakes with an evil grin on my face
If you hadn’t had crossed the line it wouldn’t have come to this
The trap set, I just sit back with the airhorn and count down
Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. The horn screams through the night
Resulting in you throwing off your covers, releasing the pile of sparkle into your entire everything.
Crispy fluffy white popped kernels pour out of the kettle
Obscene amounts of liquid butter soon flow over the alabaster landscape slightly seasoned with salt
Releasing that signature smell in the air that screams movie time
Now for the show that is me consuming of this mountain of magnificence
Good char slowly developed on the wieners
Releasing their juices to drip onto the hungry flames below
It made a pleasing aroma to those gathered around
Leaving them to contemplate the communal feast they were about to partake
Loving the dog days of summer
Be brave and spread your wings
It might seem insane to jump out of your comfort zone
Releasing your safety for the unknown
Don’t hold back. It is time for you to fly.
So many annoyances buzzing all around.
Why are they picking on me?
All I want to do is swat at these bothersome gits
Releasing me to get on with my life
Maybe if I bought one of those electric zappers
It all started with a glimmer of an idea
Not anything big, barely something you could see if you squinted
Dim as it was, someone saw the importance of it
Under their careful eyes, the idea grew and grew
Soon there was a prototype, then first generation
That morphed into a product that they could be proud of
Releasing it into the world to see how it would be received
Yet already working on what would come next